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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

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"  OCT  24  1932  ' 


Memorial  Poems 


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-A.3ST3D     OTHER,     OCCASIONAL     PIECES. 
BY     i^/ 

EDMUND  TURNEY, 

LATE   PROFESSOR  OF  BIBLICAL  LITERATURE  AND  INTERPRETATION    IN    THE   FAIRMOUNT 
THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY. 


W.    H.    KELLEY   &   BROTHER, 

627     BROADWAY. 

1864. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1S63,  by 

EDMUND    TURNEY, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for  tho 

Southern  District  of  New-York. 


PREFACE. 


The  title  of  the  little  volume  here  given  to  the  pub- 
lic, was  not  originally,  perhaps,  so  much  suggested  by 
its  contents,  as  it  has  been  in  a  manner  transferred 
from  the  author's  volume  of  Memorial  Hymns.  The 
character  anJ  history  of  the  pieces,  however,  are  such 
as  to  render  it  intrinsically  entirely  appropriate.  Some 
of  them  are  essentially  memorial  in  their  obvious  de- 
sign and  the  nature  of  the  subjects  of  which  they  treat, 
while  each  of  them,  with  one  or  two  exceptions,  is 
-hardly  less  so  in  its  relations  to  the  experience  of  the 
author,  as  being  identified  with  some  significant  and 
memorable  event  of  his  life.  "Whatever  relating  to  their 
origin,  may  be  of  interest  to  the  reader,  is  sufficiently 
stated  in  the  Notes  which  are  appended. 

It  is  hoped  that  as  far  as  they  shall  come  to  the 
attention  of  the  public,  they  will  be  found  to  be  pro- 
motive of  whatever  is  pure  and  elevated  in  the  pursuits 


IV  PREFACE. 

and  aspirations  of  human  life.  In  each  of  them,  un- 
less the  stanzas  on  pages  31  and  32  be  considered  an 
exception,  the  mind  is  led  directly  to  a  contempla- 
tion of  the  Source  of  all  blessedness ;  and  the  variety 
of  description  and  reminiscence  and  reflection  and 
experience  which  they  exhibit,  may  possibly  have  the 
effect  to  illustrate  by  how  many  links  a  recognition 
of  His  attributes  and  claims  is  connected  with  the  life 
and  conscious  obligation  of  His  rational  and  account- 
able creatures. 

The  style  of  the  poetry,  although  in  each  of  the 
pieces  will  be  seen  some  feature  of  metre,  rhythm  or 
structure,  in  which  it  differs  from  each  of  the  others, 
is  the  result  not  so  much  of  design  or  study,  as  of  a 
spontaneous  attempt  to  find  the  most  fitting  expression 
for  the  thoughts  embodied  in  the  composition.  This? 
variety  of  form,  while  it  may  possibly  be  less  pleasing 
to  some  who  are  accustomed  to  look  for  greater  uni- 
formity of  diction  in  poetical  works  of  this  description, 
will,  nevertheless,  have  the  advantage  of  enabling  the 
reader  to  enter  more  directly  and  exactly  into  the  au- 
thor's conception  of  the  different  subjects  presented  to 
notice. 

New  York,   18G4. 


MEMORIAL    POEMS. 


THE   OLD   SCHOOL-HOUSE. 

I. 

A  score  and  half  of  years 

And  somewhat  more  had  flown, 
Whilst  I  had  passed  the  scenes,  the  hopes,  the  fears 
Of  youth  and  early  manhood,  and  the  cares 
And  duties  of  maturer  years  had  known; 
And    the    pure  pleasures  of  domestic  life  had  been  my 
own. 


MEMORIAL    POEMS. 


IT. 


I  sought  once  more  the  spot 

Where  the  old  school-house  stood 
In  childhood  days,  and  from  the  vacant  lot, 
As  one  unconscious  of  the  changes  wrought, 

Surveyed  the  rock-bound  field,  the  hill,  the  wood, 
The    brook,    the    glen,    and    the    rough  path  my  infant 
feet  had  trod. 


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There,  though  the  springing  grass 
Had  thick  the  place  o'erspread, 
I  saw  once  more  the  teacher  and  her  class, 
As  o'er  my  vision  seemed  afresh  to  pass 

Each  form  familiar,  though,  as  time  had  sped, 
Full  many   a    name    had    found  its  record  with  the  si- 
lent dead. 

IV. 

Each  happy,  smiling  face, 
Each  glad,  responsive  look, 
Each  sportive  game,  or  well  contested  race, 
In  memory's  casket  now  assumed  its  place, — 
The  flowers  we  gathered  as  we  passed  the  brook, 
And,  not  the   least,  the    lessons   learned    from   the   old 
spelling-book. — . 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  7 

V. 

When,  with  a  joyous  pride, 
As  swift  the  moments  sped, 
Within  that  school-room,  seated  side  by  side, 
"We  to  our  task  our  little  minds  applied, 
Then  each  in  turn  the  studied  portion  said, 
Nor    ceased   till   each   some   lesson   from   the   words  of 
Christ  had  read. — 

VI 

When  heart  to  kindred  heart, 
In  things  by  childhood  loved, 
Strove  each  to  show  a  sympathetic  part, 
Of  which  it  knew  full  well  the  simple  art, 

And  each  glad  word  and  kind  expression  proved 
How   artless   was   the   joy   which  o'er  the  infant  spirit 
moved. 

I  was  once  more  a  child; 

'Twas  like  some  pleasant  dream; 
And  yet  I  knew  it  was  no  fancy  wild; 
I  could  not,  as  I  stood,  have  been  beguiled 
To  think  the  vision  aught  it  did  not  seem; 
The    past   in   memory's    ark   had   simply   floated    down 
life's  stream. 


°  MEMOKIAL    POEMS. 

vin. 
Fd  found  that  vacant  lot 
The  key  t'  unlock  the  door, 
When  scenes  of  earliest  childhood,  long  forgot, 
Or  which,  remembered,  had  been  heeded  not, 
Each,  in  its  proper  place,  stood  forth  once  more 
In    all   the    freshness    and    distinctness    of   the    days  of 
yore. 

ix. 

True,  'twas  a  vision  bright 
Of  joys  which  could  not  last; 
And  yet  'twas  sweet  to  linger  in  the  light 
Of  those  first  childhood  hours,  as,  on  some  height, 
The  toil-worn  traveler  stops  a  while  to  cast 
His  eye  along  the  way  he  from  some  distant  point  has 


x. 

I  fain  would  once  again 
Invoke  that  pleasing  spell, 
If  but  to  mark  how  memory  may  retain 
The  distant  past, — how  scenes  which  long  have  lain 
All  hid  and  dormant  in  some  secret  cell, 
May  yet  spring  forth,  and  with  fresh  consciousness  the 
bosom  swell. 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  9 

XI. 

Nor  think  those  early  years 
No  lessons  can  impart, 
To  guide  and  cheer  us  onward  'mid  the  cares 
Of  sterner  life.     Our  childish  hopes  and  fears, 
The  purposes  we  formed,  the  transient  smart 
Of  grief  we  felt,  were  all  the  throbbings  of  this  self- 
same heart. 

XII. 

Nor  were  the  joys  we  knew, 
When,  with  the  infant  mind, 
We  learned  to  love  the  kind,  the  good,  the  true. 
As  virtue's  image  met  our  transient  view, 
Within  their  sphere  less  useful  or  refined 
Than    those    which    now    our    souls    in    firmer   ties    of 
friendship  bind. 

xin. 
Though,  like  the  gentle  shower, 
They  quickly  passed  and  fled, 
They  blessed  with  influence  sweet  the  present  hour; 
A  while  we  felt,  nor  felt  in  vain,  their  power 
To  nerve  our  hearts  and  teach  our  feet  to   tread 
The  narrow  path  of  truth  and  right,  by  hope  and  wis- 
dom led. 


10  MEMORIAL    TOEMS. 


(THE   OTTA   QUECHES   RIVER,    IN  VERMONT.) 

Onward,  onward,  gentle  stream ! 

Onward  to  thy  primal  source ! 
And  thy  beauteous,  sun-light  gleam 

Still  shall  mark  thy  winding  course. 

Pleasant  hills  and  verdant  meads 
Wait  to  greet  thee  on  thy  way, 

"Where  the  quiet  herdling  feeds, 
Or  the  bleating  lambkins  stray. 

Now,  along  thy  time-worn  bed, 
Urge  thy  gently  rippling  tide, 

Where  thy  silver  rays  are  shed 
On  each  mirrored  mountain  side. 

Note  on  page  39. 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  11 

Now  within  sequestered  banks, 

Thickly  lined  with  quivering  trees. 

As  they  rise  in  snow-white  ranks, 
Rustling  in  the  passing  breeze. 

Or  anon,  with  rapid  bound, 

Dashing  o'er  some  rocky  height, 

Where  thy  foaming  crest  is  crowned 
With  the  rainbow's  varying  light; — 

Onward,  in  their  ancient  course. 

Waking  gladness  as  they  go, 
Onward,  with  resistless  force, 

Let  thy  crystal  waters  flow.  — 

Flow,  and  to  each  breeze  that  floats 
Near  thy  brink,  soft  music  lend, 

As  thy  sweetly  varying  notes 

With  ten  thousand  voices  blend; — 

Mingling  with  the  insect's  trill, 

Or  the  wild-bird's  sweeter  lays, 
Where  along  each  spruce-clad  hill 

Echoes  nature's  psalm  of  praise; — - 


12  MEMORIAL    POEMS. 

Answering  to  the  lowing  herd, 
Or  the  distant  tinkling  bell, 

Or  each  sound  of  leaflets  stirred 
In  the  cliff-environed  dell. 

In  the  music  of  thy  strain, 
Bear  thy  benefactions  on; 

And  through  dale  and  smiling  plain 
Freely  shall  thy  gifts  be  strown; — 

Where  the  wild  flower  tempts  the  bee, 
Blooming  in  the  deep  ravine, — 

Where  each  plant  and  shrub  and  tree 
Marks  thy  course  in  livelier  green; — 

Where  the  raven  stoops  to  drink, 
Dropping  from  the  mountain's  brow, 

Or  the  robin  seeks  thy  brink, 

Flitting  from  the  hemlock  bough; — ■ 

Where  his  cask  the  shepherd  fills, 
'Neath  the  eddy-sculptured  rock, 

Or  from  o'er  the  sun-parched  hills, 
Thither  brings  his  panting  flock. 


MEMORIAL    POEMS.  13 

Thus  shall  man  and  beast  and  bird. 
Flowers  and  trees  and  earth  and  air, 

Of  thy  varied  good  conferred 
Each  spontaneous  witness  bear. 

Or,  by  force  of  human  skill. 

Thou  shalt  other  gifts  impart, 
Rushing  o'er  the  rapid  wheel. 

Leaving  thousand  works  of  art. 

Gift  of  love  and  power  divine  ! 

Type  and  messenger  of  good ! 
Glad  I  would  a  while  recline 

By  thy  swiftly  gliding  flood. 

In  thy  waters  let  me  lave. 

Where  the  pendent  willows  spring; 
Bear  me  on  thy  limpid  wave  j 

Health  and  vigor  niay'st  thou  bring. 

Onward,  onward,  beauteous  stream  ! 

Onward  to  thy  primal  source  ! 
And  a  richer  sun-light  gleam 

Hence  shall  mark  thv  winding  course. 


14  MEMORIAL    POEMS. 


LET    ME    DRINK    THE    MOUNTAIN    AIR, 


Let  me  drink  the  mountain  air, 

Where  the  pine  its  fragrance  sheds,- 
Flee  a  while  corroding  care, 

Where  the  noiseless  rabbit  treads. 
Through  the  deep  sequestered  grove, 

O'er  the  hill-side  bleak  and  bare, 
Onward,  onward  let  me  rove, 

Drinking:  still  the  mountain  air. 


ii. 
Up  the  rugged  mountain's  brow, 

Higher,  higher,  higher  still, 
Clinging  to  each  pendent  bough, 

Vying  with  the  huntsman's  skill, 


MEMORIAL    POEMS.  15 

Onward,  onward  let  me  climb, 

Naught  of  nerve  or  muscle  spare, 
Till  I  reach  its  top  sublime, 

Drinking  still  the  mountain  air. 


in. 
Where  the  lonely  summit  rock 

Smiles  to  meet  the  wintry  blast, 
Or  the  lightning's  fiercer  shock, 

Let  me  view  the  landscape  vast. 
As  its  varying  light  displays 

Fields  and  groves  and  streamlets  fair, 
Let  me  stretch  my  lingering  gaze, 

Drinking  still  the  mountain   air. 


IV. 

Let  me  trace  the  cascade  stream, 

Gushing  from  its  rocky  font, 
As  it  casts  its  silvery  gleam 

O'er  the  hills  of  bright  Vermont. 
Or  its  cool,  refreshing  tide. 

With  the  mountain  lynx  to  share, 
Let  me  press  its  mossy  side, 

Drinking  still  the  mountain  air. 


16  MEMORIAL   POEMS. 

V. 

Or,  through  mingled  bush  and  brake, 

Let  me  reach  the  winding  shore 
Of  yon  placid,  spruce-bound  lake, 

Where  the  boatman  plies  his  oar. 
As  he  lifts  the  pendent  trout 

From  its  crystal  waters  fair, 
Let  me  hear  his  gladsome  shout, 

Drinking  still  the  mountain  air. 

VI 

Where  the  fitful  zephyr  floats, 

Murmuring  through  the  poplar  glade, 
Or  the  lambkin's  plaintive  notes 

Issue  from  the  hill-side  shade, 
Let  me  hear  my  Father's  voice, 

Let  me  mark  His  wondrous  care, 
In  His  power  and  love  rejoice, 

Drinking  still  the  mountain  air. 

VII. 

Let  me  drink  the  mountain  air, 

Where  the  pine  its  fragrance  sheds, — 

Flee  a  while  corroding  care, 

Where  the  noiseless  rabbit  treads. 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  17 

Through  the  deep  sequestered  grove, 
O'er  the  hill-side  bleak  and  bare, 

Onward,  onward  let  me  rove, 
Drinking  still  the  mountain  air. 


18  MEMORIAL    POEMS. 


A    SABBATH    ON    THE    PRAIRIE* 


A  Sabbath  on  the  prairie  ! 

So  calm  and  still  and  bright! 
The  sun  serenely  shining 

With  soft  and  mellow  light — 

The  mist-cloud  gliding  slowly 
Across  the  azure  sky — 

The  gently  murmuring  zephyr 
So  lightly  flitting  by — 

The  flowers  their  heads  uplifting, 
Of  rich  and  varied  hue, 

Or,  half  concealed,  still  sparkling 
With  drops  of  morning  dew — 


MEMORIAL    POEMS.  19 

The  cricket's  trilling  accents — 
The  wild  bee's  harp-string  note — 

The  hcrd.bell's  distant  echoes, 
As  on  the  breeze  they  float — 

All  speak  of  boundless  goodness, 

Of  power  and  skill  Divine; 
All  tune  Jehovah's  praises, 

Or  with  His  glory  shine. 

Within  this  sky-encurtained, 

Horizon-bounded  dome, 
This  bright  and  glorious  temple, 

Where  love  and  beauty  bloom, — 


Where  signs  of  truth  and  grandeur 
Their  Author's  name  declare, 

I  lift  my  heart  in  worship, 
I  bow  my  soul  in  prayer. 


Grand  Prairie, 
Marion  Co.,  111.,  Aug.  27,  1860. 


20  MEMORIAL     POEMS. 


THOUGHTS    OF    GOD. 


I  love,  when  the  sun  is  bright, 

To  look  forth  from  the  mountain  side, 
And  view,  in  its  noon-day  light, 

The  face  of  the  landscape  wide. 
I  love,  in  the  clear,  still  night, 

To  look  forth  on  the  star-lit  arch, 
And  gaze,  as  its  orbs  of  light 

Move  on  in  majestic  march. 
I  think  of  a  Power  on  high, 

Enrobed  in  an  unseen  light, 
As  I  see,  through  the.  earth  and  sky, 

These  proofs  of  a  boundless  might. 


ii. 
I  love,  from  the  leaf-clad  trees, 

To  look  forth  on  the  fruitful  plain, 

The  rhythm  in  these  stanzas,  although  slightly  uneven,  has  been  adopted 
with  special  reference  to  its  adaptation  to  Music  of  an  easy,  flowing 
movement. 


MEMOEIAL    POEMS.  21 

As  wave  in  the  summer's  breeze 

The  meadows  and  ripening  grain  j — 
Or  to  list  to  each  joyous  sound 

Which  breaks  on  the  echoing  air, 
As  the  woods  and  the  fields  resound 

With  hymns  to  some  bounteous  care. 
As  I  pass  o'er  the  verdant  lea, 

As  I  roam  through  the  pathless  grove, 
I  think  that  in  all  I  see 

Are  proofs  of  a  boundless  love. 

hi. 
Yet  sweeter  and  lovelier  far, 

In  the  hope  of  release  from  sin, 
Is  the  light  of  the  Morning  Star,a 

As  it  beams  on  the  soul  within. 
'T  is  the  pledge  of  a  glorious  day, 

At  the  close  of  the  Christian's  strife, 
As  it  points  with  unerring  ray 

To  the  bliss  of  an  endless  life. 
I  exult  in  that  wondjms  plan 

Which  shows  in  Immanuel't:  face. 
In  the  work  He  hath  wrought  fjr  man, 

The  proofs  of  a  boundless  grace. 

a  Rev.  22  ;  16. 


22  MEMORIAL     POEMS. 


THE    METEOR.* 

'T  was  here  that  the  meteor  broke, 
And  scattered  its  fragments  athwart; 

Here  fell  the  aerial  rock, 

In  the  plat  of  mine  infancy's  sport. 

For  a  moment  it  spread  o'er  the  night 
The  dazzling  effulgence  of  noon; 

It  had  suddenly  gleamed  on  the  sight; 
It  faded  and  vanished  as  soon. 


*  The  following  stanzas  are  introduced  as  a  section  from  "  Reminis- 
cences" of  some  of  the  scenes  and  incidents  pertaining  to  the  home  of  the 
author's  childhood.  Their  reference  to  a  phenomenon  of  most  extraor- 
dinary character,  and  the  moral  lesson  not  unnaturally  drawn  from  it  in 
the  completion  of  the  picture,  will  probably  be  regarded  as  sufficient  to 
justify  their  insertion  in  their  present  connection.  It  is  hoped  their  form 
will  be  found  to  be  not  unsuited  to  the  nature  of  the  facts  treated  of.  It 
was  the  aim  of  the  author,  in  the  use  of  a  natural,  easy  rhythm,  which 
should  be  well  sustained  throughout,  to  secure  the  truthfulness  and  clear- 
ness of  description  which  properly  pertains  to  the  narrative  style.  Any- 
thing beyond  this  might  have  been  deemed  superfluous.  The  historical 
facts  referred  to,  will  be  found  more  fully  stated  on  page  41. 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  23 

But,  though  passing  from  view  as  it  broke, 

It  scarcely  was  lost  to  the  eye, 
Ere  more  than  the  thunder's  loud  shock 

Announced  its  descent  from  the  sky. 

How  swiftly  it  sped  on  its  course, 

As  if  naught  could  its  progress  arrest — 

Till, — increasing  each  moment  in  force, — 
It  sank  deep  to  the  place  of  its  rest. 

How  oft  with  mine  infantile  mind, 
As  my  parents  the  story  rehearsed, 

I  fancied  some  trace  I  could  find 

Still  left  at  the  point  where  it  burst. 

And  how  oft  did  the  query  arise, 

'"Whence,  whence  could  this  visitant  come? 

Or  why  should  this  Child  of  the  skies 
Thus  seek  on  our  planet  a  home? 

What  laws  had  its  action  controlled 

Where  none  its  dark  pathway  could  trace? 

Or  how  long,  all  unseen,  had  it  rolled 
Through  the  depths  of  etherial  space? 


24  MEMORIAL   POEMS. 

What  cause  could  its  motion  disturb 

In  that  region,  unknown,  whence  it  came? 

Or  why  should,  on  its  course,  the  dark  orb 
So  suddenly  burst  into  flame  V 

As  thus  I  intently  revolved 

These .  thoughts, — which  I  could  not  restraiu,- 
Though  the  mystery  was  left  still  unsolved, 

I  found  not  my  querying  vain. 

I  thought  how  the  wisdom  of  God 

The  whole  system  of  nature  had  planned, 

And  how  wide  might  be  scattered  abroad 
These  wonderful  works  of  His  hand ) — 

How — much,  which  no  eye  had  discerned, 
No  process  of  science  could  trace, 

Was  yet  in  reserve  to  be  learned 

In  the  kingdoms  of  nature  and  grace; — 

How  our  planet,  which  ne'er  from  its  course 
Since  the  morn  of  creation  had  swerved, 

Urged  on  by  centrifugal  force, 

Yet  safe  in  its  circuit  preserved, — 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  25 

Might  yet  by  some  cause,  all  unknown 
Save  to  Him  from  whose  fiat  it  came, 

From  the  path  of  its  orbit  be  thrown, 
And  wrapped  in  an  ocean  of  flame; — 

How  narrow  the  sphere  of  our  sight, 
While  beyond  lay  a  limitless  field, 

All  rayless  except  for  the  light 

Of  that  truth  in  the  Scriptures  revealed.' 

These  thoughts  of  my  childhood  and  youth, 
Their  impress  have  left  on  my  mind ; 

I  still  love  that  pure  system  of  truth 
Which  alone  in  the  Scriptures  I  find. 

I  love  it  for  what  it  reveals 

Of  God's  wise  and  mysterious  plan ; 

I  love  it  for  what  it  conceals 

From  the  gaze  of  presumptuous  man. 

With  a  firm  and  unwavering  faith 
I  will  walk  in  its  soul-cheering  light, 

Till  I  pass  the  dark  valley  of  death, 
And  faith  shall  be  turned  into  sight. 


26  MEMORIAL  POEMS 


IN   THE   LAND   OF   MY   EXILE.* 


In  the  land  of  my  exile  I  sigh  for  release  ; 

I  sigh  for  the  scenes  and  the  pleasures  of  home; 
Oh  !  when  will  this  wearisome  sojourning  cease  ? 

Away  from  each  loved  one,  how  long  must  I  roam  ? 

I  think  of  the  days  and  the  scenes  that  are  past, 

Of  the  smiles  of  the  home  I  once  claimed  as  my  own- 
How  long  must  this  wearisome  sojourning  last  ? 
How  long  must  I  wander  and  struggle  alone? 

Each  change  of  the  seasons,  each  fruit  and  each  flower 
Brings  sadness  and  pain  to  my  desolate  heart, 


*A  sufficient  explanation  of  allusions  in  the  three  following  pieces.,  to 
facts  and  incidents  in  the  experience  of  the  writer,  as  also  of  the  circum- 
stances which  have  led  to  the  publication  of  the  pieces  in  their  present 
form,  may  be  found  in  the  Note  on  page  45. 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  27 

v 

As  I  watch,  but  in  vain,  for  the  long  promised  hour 
Which,  announcing  my  freedom,  should  bid  me  depart. 

The  leaves  of  the  autumn  have  withered  and  gone  j 
The  snows  of  the  winter  have  fallen  and  passed ; 

The  spring-flowers  in  beauty  and  fragrance  have  blown  J 
And  the  midsummer  days  are  now  fleeing  as  fast. 


Oh  !  when  will  this  wearisome  sojourning  cease  ? 

Away  from  my  loved  one,  how  long  must  I  roam  ? 
In  the  land  of  my  exile  I  sigh  for  release; 

I  sigh  for  the  scenes  and  the  pleasures  of  home. 


Yet,  Lord,  in  Thy  goodness  I   still  may  rejoice, 

In  the  land  of  my  sojourn  still  trust  in  Thy  name, 

As  I  pause  on  the  mountain  to  list  to  Thy  voice, 
Proclaiming  Thy  love  from  the  midst  of  the  flame. 

In  the  faith  of  Thy  promise  my  strength  is  renewed  ; 

In  the  midst  of  the  darkness  Thy  light  is  revealed ; 
Thou  '  givest  Thy  grace/  and  '  withholdest  no  good  j ' 

Thou  still,  0  my  God,  art  my  '  Sun '  and  my  '  Shield.' 


28  MEMOKIAL    POEMS. 


THE   LINGERING. 


The  leaves  of  the  autumn  are  fading; 

The  last  flowers  of  summer  have  blown; 
The  vintage  is  ripened  and  gathered; 

And  I  still  am  an  exile  alone. 

My  kindred  are  far  o'er  the  mountain; 

No  home  friend  or  loved  one  is  near; 
In  the  patience  of  hope  I  have  lingered 

Through  eleven  weary  months  of  the  year. 

I  have  trodden  the  pathway  of  sorrow ; 

The  pressure  of  want  I  have  known ; 
In  poverty's  vale  I  have  struggled, — 

Have  struggled  and  labored  alone. 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  29 

The  volumes  "which  once  lay  before  me, 

So  familiar  and  dear  to  my  eye, 
Are  now  scattered  and  gone  to  the  stranger, — 

Their  places  I  ne'er  shall  supply. 

With  sad  and  yet  mingled  emotion 

My  spirit  has  turned  to  the  past, 
When  the  home-smile  of  hope  and  of  gladness 

O'er  each  scene  of  my  labor  was  cast ; — 

When  the  light-beaming  eye  of  affection 
From  my  partner  in  joy  and  in  grief, 

So  swift,  for  each  pang  of  my  spirit, 
Came  fraught  with  unfailing  relief; — 

When  the  harp-string  of  thought  and  emotion, 
All  tuned  with  the  vigor  of  youth, 

Was  strung  on  each  bright  Sabbath  morning, 
To  sound  forth  the  sweet  message  of  truth;— 


When  that  message,  in  accents  unbroken, 
To  loved  pupils  I  sought  to  unfold 

Through  the  language  the  Spirit  had  spoken 
By  apostles  and  prophets  of  old. 


30  MEMORIAL   POEMS. 

Oh  !  when,  from  my  exile  returning, 
Shall  I  flee  to   my  loved  one  away  ? 

My  spirit  here  lingers  with  yearning — 
How  long  must  the  moment  delay  ? 

Or  how  long  shall  the  harp-string  lie  broken  ? 

When  again  shall  its  echoes  be  heard, 
By  the  aid  of  the  Spirit  proclaiming 

His  precious  and  life-giving  word  ? 

My  Father,  with  patient  submission, 
I  thankfully  bow  to  Thy  will ; 

I  repose  on  Thy  promise  of  mercy ) 
I  trust  in  Thy  providence  still. 

In  the  proofs  of  Thy  goodness  rejoicing, 
Alike  in  the  sunshine  and  storm, 

Whate'er  be  the  labor  assigned  me, 
That  labor  I  gladly  perform. 

Sept.  26,  i860. 


MEMORIAL    POEMS.  31 


THE   RETURN. 


Bear  me  onward,  bear  me  onward, 
To  the  home  where  loved  ones  dwell; 

Tender  thoughts  of  sweet  re-union, 
Every  anxious  care  dispel. 

Like  the  lone  dove,  o'er  the  mountain, 
From  its  prison  bars  set  free, 

To  the  hearts  that  wait  to  greet  me, 
From  my  exile  let  me  flee. 


Autumn's  rich  and   beauteous  grandeur 
Brightly  bursts  upon  my  sight  j 

But  in  vain  it  bids  me  linger ; 

Naught  can  check  my  onward  flight. 


32  MEMORIAL    POEMS. 

Why  should  passing  scenes  detain  me  ? 

Bring  they  aught  which  seemeth  new  ? 
All,  within  these  weary  twelve  months, 

Oft  has  passed  before  my  view. — 

Oft  I've  traced  these  winding  valleys 
Where  the  mountain  streamlets  flow ) 

Oft  have  seen  these  lofty  summits 
Robed  in  winter's  drifting  snow; — 

Oft  have  marked  the  spring-time  verdure 
Richly  mantling  hill  and  plain, 

Or  these  fields,  in  summer's  sunlight, 
Waving  with  the  ripened  grain. 

Glad  I  leave  them  now  behind  me, 
Mountains,  valleys,  streamlets,  all, — 

Bear  me  onward,  bear  me  onward 
To  the  home  where  loved  ones  call. 


MEMORIAL  POEMS. 


GOD  SAVE  OUR  COUNTRY  S  FLAG. 

I. 

God  save  our  Country's  flag! 

Long  may  it  wave 
In  triumph  o'er  the  free, 

The  noble,  brave, — 
The  sign  of  Liberty 

Our  fathers  gave  ! 

ii. 
Grod  save  our  Country's  flag  ! 

No  traitor  hand 
May  hurl  it  from  its  place ; 

No  rebel  band 
May  trail  it  in  disgrace 

O'er  this  fair  land. 


34  MEMORIAL   POEMS. 


m. 


G-od  save  our  Country's  flag! 

"With  colors  bright 
Still  may  it  float  afar 

In  heaven's  pure  light ! 
By  every  stripe  and  star, 

God  speed  the  right ! 


The  foregoing  simple  stanzas  are  associated,  in  their  original  publication, 
with  the  first  uprising  of  the  nation  to  resist  the  present  rebellion.  They 
were  suggested  in  connection  with  the  raising  of  the  flag  of  Fort  Sumpter, 
at  Union  Square,  New  York,  on  the  memorable  20th  of  April,  1861.  The 
reference  to  the  flag  of  the  country,  as  the  "sign  of  liberty,"  bequeathed 
by  our  fathers,  is  intended  as  a  recognition  of  its  original,  historical  con- 
nection with  the  avowal  and  promulgation  of  the  national  faith  as  set 
forth  in  the  Declaration  of  Independence.  In  the  preservation  of  the  au- 
thority or  government  which  it  represents,  we  may  hope  for  the  perpetual 
recognition  as  well  as  the  more  perfect  realization  of  the  self-evident 
principles  in  the  annunciation  of  which  the  nation  had  its  origin,  and  by 
which  it  sought  to  be  distinguished. 


iLEilOFJAL     POEMS.  35 


AX    EXTRACT. 

There's  naught  in  earth  or  sea  or  sky, 

By  Love  devised  or  Wisdom  wrought, 
To  please  the  taste  or  charm  the  eye. 

Or  light  the  hidden  realm  of  thought, — 
There's  not  a  joy  or  hope  or  fear, 

From  worldly  pride  and  avarice  free, 
But  utters  in  my  listening  ear 

Some  strain  of  sacred  Poesy. 

I  hear  it  in  the  insect's  trill; 

I  hear  it  in  the  thunder's  roar ; 
I  hear  it  in  the  mountain  rill; 

I  hear  it  on  the  ocean  shore. 


*  From  an  unfinished  poem  011  the  relations  of  Poetry  to  Nature  and 
Life. 


36  MEMORIAL    POEMS. 

I  hear  it  where  the  whirlwind's  power 
Sweeps  on  with  desolating  wrath, 

And  giant  oak  and  massive  tower 
Lie  prone  and  shattered  in  its  path. 

I  hear  it  where  the  flitting  breeze, 
Along  the  bank  of  woodland  lake, 

Scarce  whispers  through  the  pendent  trees. 
Or  moves  a  leaflet  of  the  brake. — 

Nor  less  on  some  lone  mountain  height, 

"Where,  far  from  sound  of  beast  or  bird, 
Beneath  the  sunbeams'  noiseless  light, 

Not  e'en  a  fir-tree  branch  is  stirred. 
Oh  !  the  deep  music  of  the  scene, 

As  o'er  the  landscape  far  and  wide, 
With  joy  ecstatic  yet  serene, 

My  thoughts  in  hallowed  musings  glide  ! 
Each  beauteous  form  in  light  or  shade, — 

The  hill-side  clad  with  ripened  grain, — a 
The  pastures  through  the  winding  glade, — 

The  groves  which  skirt  the  checkered  plain, 
The  forest  ridge,  whose  cliff-line  top 

Is  seen  above  the  gathering  shower, — 

a  See  Note  on  page  47. 


MEMORIAE   POEMS.  37 

The  flocks  which  dot  the  distant  slope, — 
The  farm-house  in  its  cultured  bower, — 

The  hamlet  with  its  temple  spire, 

Beside  the  streamlet's  silvery  flood, — 

Are  strings  in  nature's  wondrous  lyre, 
All  vocal  with  the  praise  of  God. 


MEMORIAL  POEMS.  39 


NOTES 


XOTE    A. 

The  poem  on  pages  10-13,  written  in  1859,  relates 
to  the  beautiful  stream  called  the  Olta  Quechee  Paver, 
which  rises  in  the  Green  Mountains  in  Central  Vermont, 
and,  after  a  winding"  course  of  some  forty  miles,  falls 
into  the  Connecticut  at  North  Hartland.  The  scenery 
along  its  course,  in  its  variety  of  mountain  and  plain, 
woodland  and  meadow,  and  in  its  numerous  water-falls, 
ravines,  excavations  in  the  rocks,  etc.,  presents  many 
points  of  exceeding  interest  and  beauty.  Among  the 
forest  trees  along  its  banks  may  be  seen  the  white  birch, 
intermingling  its  leaves  with  those  of  the  white  poplar, 
and  supplying  in  its  snow-white  trunk  and  branches,  a 
striking  feature  in  the  landscape. 

A  mountain  river  is  a  beautiful  emblem  of  a  Chris- 
tian life,  now  sending  out  its  enlivening  and  refreshing 
influence,  unseen  and  in  silence,  and  known  in  its  pro- 
gress   only   by   its  effects,  now  bursting  into  view,    and 


40  MEMORIAL  POEMS. 

shedding  its  reflected  light  and  beauty  far  and  wide 
over  the  landscape,  now  pressing  on  in  its  mission  of 
good  with  steady  and  uniform  and  unruffled  movement, 
now  struggling  with  the  obstacles  which  may  lie  in  its 
pathway,  and  never  content  till  it  has  surmounted  or 
passed  them,  ever  active,  ever  useful,  ever  becoming  a 
source  of  delight  and  exhilaration  to  those  who  come 
within  the  reach  of  its  influence,  and  perpetually  has- 
tening on  to  the  great  fountain  whence  it  originally  de- 
rived its  existence.  It  will  require  but  a  slight  effort 
of  the  imagination  to  transfer  the  address,  in  the  reci- 
tation of  the  lines,  from  the  material  to  the  ideal. 

The  lines  headed,  "  Let  me  drink  the  mountain  air," 
on  pages  14-17,  were  suggested  by  scenes  and  incidents 
and  facts  which  came  within  the  observation  and  experi- 
ence of  the  writer,  while  spending  a  few  days  in  the 
heart  of  the  Green  Mountains,  in  the  summer  and  au- 
tumn of  1859.  During  the  time,  he  ascended  Killington 
Peak,  which  lies,  in,  the  midst  of  the  unbroken  wilder- 
ness, some  eight  miles  east  from  Rutland,  reaching  the 
height  of  more  than  3000  feet,  and  terminating,  as  seen 
from  the  west,  in  a  bald  rock,  which  rises  far  above 
the  intervening  forests.  Near  the  foot  of  this  mountain, 
toward  the  north,  is  a  beautiful  lakelet,  frequently  re- 
sorted to  on  excursions  for  fishing. 


MEMORIAL    POEMS.  41 


Note  B. 

The  stanzas  on  pages  22-25,  composed  on  occasion  of 
a  recent  visit  of  the  writer  to  the  home  of  his  child- 
hood, in  Easton  (formerly  Weston.)  Ct.,  relate  to  a  re- 
markable phenomenon  which  occurred  at  that  place,  on 
the  morning  of  the  14th  of  December,  1807.  A  little 
before  day,  a  meteoric  stone  of  vast  magnitude,  pre- 
senting the  appearance  of  a  globe  of  fire  of  intense  brill- 
iancy, was  seen  by  many  individuals  in  different  parts 
of  the  'township,  passing  with  great  velocity  through  the 
heavens,  until,  when  near  the  zenith,  it  suddenly  van- 
ished from  sight  and  exploded,  scattering  its  fragments 
over  an  area  of  many  miles  in  circuit.  One  of  these 
fragments,  which  was  seen  in  its  descent  by  Mr.  Elihu 
Staples,  and  which  fell  in  an  enclosure  near  his  resi- 
dence, was  estimated  by  Prof.  Silliman  to  have  weighed 
two  hundred  pounds.  Many  others,  in  some  instances 
imbedded  at  a  considerable  depth  in  the  earth,  were 
Found  in  various  localities.  One  was  soon  after  depos- 
ited in  the  cabinet  of  Yale  College,  where  it  is  now  to 
be  seen.  A  small  fragment  is  also  in  the  possession  of 
the  writer.  It  is  possible,  however,  that  of  the  whole 
mass,  falling,  for  the  most  part,  in  forests  and  swamps 
and  other  unfrequented  places,  but  x  small  portion  was 
ever  discovered. 


42  MEMORIAL   POEMS. 

Prof.  Silliman  in  a  recent  letter  addressed  to  the 
writer,  says :  *:  Your  reminiscences  of  the  Weston  (now 
Easton)  meteor,  revive  that  subject  in  my  mind  very 
vividly,  although  more  than  fifty  years  have  passed  since 
in  company  with  my  late  friend,  Prof.  Kingslcy,  I  ex- 
plored the  facts  at  the  places  where  they  occurred.  It 
was  a  magnificent  phenomenon,  and  remains  to  this  day 
among  the  most  remarkable  occurrences  of  the  kind  that 
are  on  record." 

The  description  in  the  stanzas,  may  be  considered 
sufficiently  exact  to  serve  the  purpose  of  the  allusion, 
even  though  it  be  assumed,  according  to  the  commonly 
accepted  theory,  apparently  established  by  the  facts  as 
observed,  that  the  body  of  the  meteor,  after  entering 
the  atmosphere,  and  depositing  portions  of  its  substance 
on  the  earth,  passed  on  in  its  course  through  the  heav- 
ens. On  any  supposition,  an  unusual,  extraneous  dis- 
turbing force  must  be  admitted.  And  that  such  dis- 
turbing forces,  whether  from  without  or  from  within, 
are  impossible  in  respect  to  the  larger  heavenly  bodies, 
it  is  clearly  beyond  the  province  of  science  to  affirm. 

Very  much  relating  to  the  origin  and  movements  of 
the  meteoric  bodies  which  occasionally  come  within  the 
limits  of  our  atmosphere,  or  fall  to  the  surface  of  the 
earth,  is  yet  involved  in  mystery  •  and,  from  the  nature 
of  the  case,  it  would  seem  it  must  ever  remain  so.  Very 
little  beyond  conjecture  has  been  attained  since  Prof. 
Silliman,  in  connection  with  his  description  of  the 
Weston  meteor,  remarked  concerning  the  theory  pro- 
pounded by  himself:  "Yet  there  are  such  objections  to 


MEMORIAL  POEMS.  43 

this  and  every  other  hypothesis,  that,  until  we  have  more 
facts  and  better  observation,  the  phenomenon  must  be 
considered  as  in  a  great  measure  inexplicable. "  It  will 
be  claimed  by  few,  that,  in  the  general  facts  and  laws 
pertaining  to  the  planetary  system,  as  commonly  re- 
cognized by  astronomy,  there  is  anything  which  would 
originally  suggest  the  existence  of  these  meteoric  stones, 
flying  through  the  unknown  depths  of  space,  in  lines 
crossing  each  other  at  very  different  angles,  and  such 
as  to  bring  them  into  contact  with  the  atmosphere  or 
body  of  the  earth.  Perhaps,  aside  from  their  occasional 
actual  appearance,  we  should  not  hesitate  to  assume,  if 
not  the  impossibility,  at  least  the  extreme  improbability 
of  their  existence.  Nor  is  it  for  us  to  determine  how 
many  other  things  which  the  known  facts  of  science 
might  not  suggest,  are,  even  as  related  to  the  physical 
universe,  within  the  range  of  the  products  and  possibili- 
ties of  infinite  creative  Power. 

The  facts  discoverable  by  science  are,  within  their 
sphere,  in  perfect  harmony  with  the  truths  of  Revela- 
tion. Indeed,  many  of  them,  relating,  not  only  to  the 
innumerable  constantly  recurring  proofs  of  beneficent 
design  in  every  part  of  the  creation,  but  to  the  very 
origin  of  the  earth  in  its  present  form,  its  external  and 
internal  structure,  its  wonderful  original  adaptation  to 
the  wants  and  obvious  destiny  of  man  in*  the  progress 
of  his  history,  and,  not  the  least,  the  very  capacity  of 
man  to  investigate  these  facts,  by  which  he  is  separated, 
and  this  by  an  impassable  barrier,  at  an  immeasurable 
distance  from  the  brute  creation,  furnish  an    additional 


44  MEMORIAL   POEMS. 

and  most  interesting  confirmation  of  these  truths,  and 
unite  with  the  latter  in  teaching  the  importance  of 
having  our  minds  and  hearts  brought  into  conscious 
sympathy  with  what,  even  aside  from  revelation,  we 
intuitively  recognize  as  the  moral  nature  of  God.  His 
government  over  those  whom,  in  the  very  structure  and 
operation  of  their  minds^  He  has  made  accountable,  is, 
in  the  actual  administration  of  it,  a  moral  government. 
Viewing  man  as  he  is,  we  see  in  the  gospel,  with  its 
revelations  of  spiritual  truth,  and  its  proffered  blessings 
of  grace,  a  provision  not  less  adapted  to  the  conscious 
wants  and  higher  aspirations  of  his  spiritual  nature,  than 
is  the  earth  with  its  products,  to  his  physical  necessi- 
ties. 

If,  even  within  the  physical  world,  there  are  phenome- 
na which  the  ordinary  known  course  of  physical  na- 
ture might  not  lead  us  to  expect,  which,  apart  from 
their  actual  occurrence,  we  might,  perhaps,  pronounce 
incredible,  what  so  natural  as  that,  pertaining  to  man's 
higher  sphere  of  existence,  the  world  of  intellectual  and 
moral  and  spiritual  ideas,  hopes,  fears,  experiences,  re- 
lations, in  which  in  reality  he  chiefly  lives,  we  should 
find  in  the  revelation  of  Glod  that  which  is  adapted  to 
i  t  s  necessities  ?  It  is  only  as  man  walks  in  the  light 
of  this  revelation,  and  in  sympathy  with  its  require- 
ments, that  he  walks  truly,  in  a  manner  becoming  his 
nature,  and  in  a  manner  which  gives  conscious  com- 
posure and  satisfaction  to  that  nature. 


MEMORIAL   POEMS.  45 


Note   C. 

Neither  of  the  three  pieces  on  pages  26-33,  might 
have  found  a  place  in  the  present  volume,  except  for 
a  circumstance  connected  with  the  publication  of  the 
first  entirely  beyond  the  author's  control.  Soon  after  it 
was  written,  in  the  summer  of  1860,  it  was  handed  to 
a  dear  friend  for  his  personal  perusal;  and  by  him  it 
was  inserted  in  the  Cincinnati  Gazette.  Having  been 
subsequently  copied  into  several  other  periodicals  in  dif- 
ferent parts  of  the  country,  it  had  presently  become 
fully  the  property  of  the  public,  in  a  manner  to  the 
author  as  unexpected  as  it  was  unsought.  The  two 
pieces  which  follow,  are  but  the  complement  of  the  first, 
and  are,  in  some  sense,  necessary  to  its  proper  ex- 
planation. Their  publication  in  the  form  in  which  they 
are  here  given,  can  do  no  harm;  and  as  the  facts  and 
experience  referred  to,  have  a  direct  relation  to  the 
author's  more  public  life,  this  expression  of  them  may 
possibly  not  be  unwelcome  to  those  who  may  have  been 
interested,  either  directly  or  indirectly,  in  his  former 
labors. 

The  stanzas  published  in  the  Cincinnati  Gazette, 
and  which  are  here  inserted  as  they  were  originally 
written,  were  introduced  by  the  following  editorial 
remark :     "  The    following   touching    lines    will    find  a 


46  MEMORIAL  POEMS. 

response  in  many  a  heart  which  sighs  after  an  absent 
friend."  They  are,  however,  the  expression  of  emotions 
excited  in  contemplation,  not  so  much  of  absence  from 
home  friends,  as  of  the  circumstances  which  rendered 
that  absence  peculiarly  trying  and  painful.  Unable  to 
prosecute  his  accustomed  labors  by  an  affection  of  the 
vocal  organs,  unexpectedly  cut  off  from  an  anticipated 
source  of  income  with  which  the  labors  of  former  years 
had  been  identified,  and  left  as  the  result  with  ill  health 
in  circumstances  of  great  destitution  and  embarrassment, 
the  writer  had  hoped,  by  protracting  his  sojourn  at  the 
West,  to  avail  himself  of  means  to  gain  some  more 
favorable  standing  point  with  regard  to  the  future.  A 
contemplated  absence  from  home  friends  at  the  East  of 
a  few  weeks,  was  thus  prolonged  to  a  whole  year. 
During  this  time,  sickness  on  the  one  hand,  and  the 
multiform  pressure  of  poverty,  on  the  other,  conjoined 
with  a  felt  want  of  all  that  is  expressed  by  the  word 
h  o  m  e,  and,  more  than  all,  perhaps,  the  ever  present 
consciousness  of  a  suspension,  in  the  prime  of  manhood, 
of  the  loved  employment  of  former  years,  the  chosen 
work  of  his  life,  were  ingredients  in  his  cup  of  trial 
which  did  not  fail  to  give  it  the  savor  of  bitterness. 
It  is  with  emotions  of  inexpressible  gratitude  and  joy, 
however,  that  he  records  the  fact  that  amidst  these 
days  of  external  darkness,  he  has,  for  the  most  part, 
possessed  the  delightful  consciousness  that  the  light  of 
the  Divine  love  has  not  ceased  to  shine  full  and  bright 
upon  his  pathway. 


MEMORIAL    POEMS.  47 


Note  D. 

The  author  does  not  doubt  that  most  pei'haps  all 
of  the  objects  which  lie  has  presented  in  the  last  ten  or 
twelve  lines  of  the  "Extract"  printed  on  pages  35-37, 
as  illustrations  of  the  thought  expressed  at  the  close, 
have  often  been  separately  referred  to  for  various  pur- 
poses, and  with  various  description,  by  writers  in  poetry 
and  in  prose,  in  portraying  the  features  of  a  landscape. 
He  does  not  perceive,  however,  that  he  ought  on  this 
account  to  be  deterred  from  using  them  for  the  spe- 
cific purpose  for  which  they  are  here  summoned,  and 
with  such  description  as  may  seem  to  him  at  once  the 
most  comprehensive  and  the  most  suggestive  of  pleasant 
memories  and  reflections.  "  There  may  be,  moreover,  in 
addition  to  the  general  construction  or  form  of  the  pas- 
sage, somewhat  in  the  grouping,  the  passing  from  the 
inanimate  to  the  animate,  the  domestic,  the  social,  the 
sacred,  as  well  as  in  the  drapery  which  is  thrown  over 
the  representation  as  a  whole,  and  possibly  in  some  un- 
usual features  of  description,  which  will  present  a  rural 
landscape,  as  viewed  from  the  summit  of  a  lofty  moun- 
tain, in  some  new  aspects  of  beauty  and  interest.  It 
was  mostly,  however,  irrespective  of  any  such  incidental 
effect,  that  the  author  aimed  at  calling  to  his  service 
those  objects  which,  as  pictured  on  his  recollection,  pre- 


48  MEMORIAL   POEMS. 

t 

sented  themselves  as  the  most  appropriate, — partly  as 
being  the  most  prominent  and  striking,  and  the  most 
pleasing  in  their  associations, — as  they  were  related  to 
the  main    purpose    of  the  allusion. 


MEMORIAL  POEMS.  49 


INDEX. 

PAGE. 

The  Old  School-House, '    .        .5 

Onward,  Beauteous  Stream, 10 

Let  me  Drink  the  Mountain  Air, 14 

A  Sabbath  on  the  Prairie, 18 

Thoughts  of  God, 20 

The  Meteor, 22 

In  the  Land  of  my  Exile,       .        •        •        .        .         .26 

The  Lingering, 28 

The  Return, 31 

God  Save  our  Country's  Flag, 33 

An  Extract, 35 

Notes,  39-48 


MEMORIAL  HYMNS 


OR, 


Smicjs  in  tljc  pioirse  ai  mir  ^pilgrimage. 


EDMUND    TURNEY, 

Late  Professor  of   Biblical    Literature    and    Interpretation  in  the 
Fairmount  Theological   Seminary. 


Thy   statutes   hate  been    my   songs   in   the   house   op   my   pilgmmage. 

Psalm    119:54. 


N*fo-gork : 
W.    H.    KELLEY   &    BROTHER, 


27     BROADWAY. 

1864. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1S63,  by 

EDMUND    TURNEY, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for  the 

Southern  District  of  New-York. 


PREFACE. 


Most  of  the  hymns  on  the  following  pages,  were 
gathered  by  their  author  into  a  manuscript  volume  as 
early  as  the  year  1860,  and  were  at  that  time  submit- 
ted for  examination  to  a  number  of  his  esteemed  friends 
of  different  Christian  denominations,  whose  names  are 
widely  and  favourably  known  to  the  public ;  and,  as  the 
result,  he  was  strongly  urged  to  take  measures  for  their 
publication.  The  heading  first  used  in  connection  with 
the  manuscript,  has  been  retained  as  the  title  of  the 
published  work.  It  is  designed  to  designate  the  pieces 
as  hymns  of  personal  experience.  Most  of  them  are  to 
their  author  as  so  many  memorials  or  way-marks  along 
the  journey  of  life;  and  on  each,  in  his  apprehension  of 
them,  is  inscribed,  as  with  the  finger  of  Divine  love  and 
faithfulness,  "  Eben-ezer."  That  they  may  be  variously 
useful  to  others,  as  expressions  of  the  emotions  naturally 


IV  PREFACE. 

pertaining  to  a  Christian  experience,  is  his  sincere  de- 
sire and  prayer  J  although  he  is  aware  they  can  never 
possess  for  another  the  peculiar  interest  and  preciousness 
with  which  they  are  invested  in  his  own  mind. 

The  hymns  relating  to  particular  occasions  or  to  spe- 
cial objects  of  Christian  labor,  which  are  inserted  at  the 
close  of  the  volume,  will  not,  it  is  hoped,  be  unwelcome 
in  such  a  connection.  They  may  serve  as  an  addition- 
al indication  of  the  inseparable  relation  of  a  proper  ap- 
prehension of  the  truths  and  privileges  of  Christianity, 
to  the  activities  of  the  Christian  life. 

Nev  York,   1864. 


CONTENTS. 


THE    HALLOWED    MORN, 7 

HOME    IN    HEAVEN, 9 

ALL    IS    LIGHT 10 

HOPE    m    THE    LORD, 12 

OH  !    LET    ME    LIVE    TO    THEE, 14 

CLING    TO    JESUS, 16 

GIFTS    OF    GRACE, 18 

HEAVENLY    GUIDANCE,           .            .            .            .   *                     .  20 

TRUST   IN    GOD, 22 

HE    WILL    STRENGTHEN   THY    HEART,      ....  24 

THE    BETTER    LAND, 26 

LIGHT    IN    DARKNESS, 27 

THE    PEACE    OF    GOD, 29 

I    LIFT    UP    MY    SOUL    UNTO    THEE,            ....  30 

MY    TIMES    ARE    IN    THY    HAND, 32 

WALKING    BY    FAITH, 33 

LIVING    TO    CHRIST, 34 

THE    CHRISTIAN    PILGRIM, 36 

RESPONSE    OF    GRATITUDE, 38 


VI  CONTEXTS. 

PAGB. 

HEAVENLY   LIGIIT, 39 

IN    TIIE    HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE,  .  .  .  .41 

HEAVENLY    ASPIRATION,                   42 

CASTING    OUR    CARE    ON    GOD, 44 

IN    THE    STRENGTH    OF    THE    LORD,  4G 

CONFIDENCE    IN    SUBMISSION, 47 

SUFFICIENCY    IN    GOD, 49 

IN    REMEMBRANCE    OF    ME, 50 

THE    CHRISTIAN    SABBATH, 52 

IN    THE    SPIRIT    ON    THE    LORD'S    DAY,        .  .  .  .54 

DAY    OF   FREEDOM, 5G 

AN    EVENING    HYMN    OF    PRAISE, 58 

I    LAID    ME    DOWN    AND    SLEPT, 59 

A    THANKSGIVING    HYMN, 60 

NATIONAL    THANKSGIVING, 62 

HAPPY    CHILDREN, 64 

COME    TO    JESUS,    LITTLE    ONE,       ....  C^Q 

THE    CHRISTIAN    SOLDIER, 67 

FELLOW-HELPERS, 69 

WELCOME,    BROTHER,    TO   THY   STATION,                .                        .  71 

DOXOLOGY, 75 


MEMORIAL  HYMNS. 


THE    HALLOWED    MOKN. 
"I  was  in  the  Spirit  on  the  Lord's  day." — Eev.  1  :  10, 

Oh  !  sweet  the  hallowed  morn 
On  which  the  Saviour  rose ! 
I  hail  thy  quiet  dawn, 

Thy  calm  and  blest  repose : 
I  cast  away  each  worldly  care, 
To  spend  thine  hours  in  praise  and  prayer. 

My  heart  would  fain  prolong, 
In  accents  sweet  and  loud, 
That  primal  Sabbath  song, 
When  all  the  sons  of  God 
In  full,  harmonic  concert  sang 
His  love  from  whom  creation  sprang; — 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 

Or,  in  diviner  strain, 

With  all  the  heavenly  choir, 
The  bright,  seraphic  train, 
Attune  anew  the  lyre 
In  praise  to  Him,  my  living  Head, 
Who  rose  triumphant  from  the  dead. 

In  sweet  and  grateful  lays, 

I  touch  the  sounding  chord; 
I  sing  His  power  and  grace; 
I  trust  his  faithful  word, 
Nor  doubt  His  resurrection  love 
Will  bring  me  to  His  rest  above. 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


HOME  IN   HEAVEN. 


"We  have  here  no  continuing  city,  but  we  seek  one  to  come.1' 
Heb.  xiii:   14. 


Sweet^  thought !  this  world  is  not  my  home  I 
This  scene  of  toil,  and  care,  and  strife ! 

I  press  to  reach,  beyond  the  tomb, 
The  bliss  of  an  immortal  life. — 


Where  joy,  unsullied  and  serene, 

Shall  round  me  cast  its  living  light, 

Nor  cloud  nor  veil  e'er  intervene 

To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  sight ;- 

Where  the  sweet  glories  of  His  face, 
Shall  open  to  my  ravished  view 

The  mystery  of  redeeming  grace, 
In  forms  of  love  for  ever  new. 


10  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 

Then  let  me  be  a  stranger  here; 

I  would  not  find  on  earth  my  rest, 
But  haste,  with  aim  and  zeal  sincere, 

To  gain  the  mansions  of  the  bless' d. 


ALL   IS    LIGHT. 

uIu  Thy  light  shall  we  see  light."— Ps.  36:   8. 

What  though  storm-clouds  gather  round  me, 

Hovering  darkly  o'er  my  way? 
While  I  see  the  cross  of  Calvary 

Beaming  with  celestial  ray, 
All  is  light,  all  is  light! 

What  though  mortal  powers  may  falter? 

Earthly  plans  and  prospects  fail  ? 
With  a  heaven-born  hope  which  entereth 

E'en  to  that  within  the  veil, 
All  is  light,  all  is  light! 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS.  11 


What  though  all  my  future  pathway 
Be  from  mortal  sight  concealed? 

With  the  love  of  Jesus  glowing, 
As  it  lies    to  faith  revealed, 
All  is  light,  all  is  light! 


E'en  though  death's  deep  vale  before  me 
Seem  o'erspread  with  thickest  gloom, 

While  I  see  a  heavenly  radiance 
Bursting  from  beyond  the  tomb, 
All  is  light,  all  is  light! 


12  MEMORIAL    HYMNS 


HOPE    IN    THE    LORD. 


Hope  thou  in  God ;   for  I  shall  yet  praise  Him  for  the  help  of  His 
ntenance." — Ps.  42:  5. 


countenance 


Hope  in  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  thy  courage  fail ; 
Though  strong  the  billows  roll, 
His  power  controls  the  gale  : 
The  self-same  hand  which  bore  the  ark 
High  o'er  the  flood,  directs  thy  bark. 


Hope  in  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Howe'er  with  grief  oppressed; 
He  makes  the  stricken  whole  ) 
He  gives  the  troubled  rest : 
What  balm  His  words  of  grace  impart, 
To  sooth  and  cheer  the  wounded  heart ! 


MEMORIAL    HYMXS.  13 

Hope  in  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Though  dark  thy  way  appear ; 
Press  onward  to  the  goal  j 
Dispel  each  doubt  and  fear  : 
Along  the  path  of  life  and  light 
His  hand  will  guide  thy  steps  aright. 


Hope  in  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Though  sia  its  claims  assert; 
Let  faith  thy  fears  control ; 
Let  faith  its  power  exert 
To  lead  thee  to  the  Lamb  of  God 
To  bathe  thee  in  His  cleansing  blood. 


Hope  in  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Through  all  thine  earthly  strife. 
Did  He  thy  name  enroll 
Within  the  book  of  life  ?— 
And  wilt  thou  now  distrust  His  love 
To  bring  thee  to  thy  home  above  ? 


Hope  in  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
E'en  in  that  fearful  day, 


14  MEMORIAL    HYMXS. 

When,  folded  as  a  scroll, 

The  heavens  shall  pass  away : 
Survey  the  scene  with  joy  and  peace, 
Accepted  in  His  righteousness. 


OH  !    LET    ME   LIVE  TO   THEE  ! 


"That  they  who  live  should  not   henceforth    live   unto  themselves,  but 
unto  Him  who  ■died  for  them  and  rose  again." — 2  Cor.  5:  15. 


Oh  !  let  me  live  to  Thee  ! 

0  Thou  in  whom  I  live! 
The  life  Thou  givest  me 
To  Thee  again  I  give  : 
Henceforth  I  live  to  Thee  alone ; 
My  heart  and  service  are  Thine  own. 


Oh  !  let  me  live  to  Thee  ! 

Thou  Source  of  every  good  ! 
Thou  freely  gav'st  for  me 

Thine  own  most  precious  blood: 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS.  15 

The  purchase  of  that  blood  is  Thine ; 
Thy  cross  alone  is  henceforth  mine. 

Oh  !  let  me  live  to  Thee  ! 

'Tis  only  then  I  live; 
Naught  else  in  human  life 
Can  pure  contentment  give. 
How  lightly  has  each  burden  pressed 
Since  Thou  didst  give  my  spirit  rest ! 

Oh  !  let  me  live  to  Thee 

Whilst  mortal  life  remains  ! 
And  when  through  death  my  soul 
Some  higher  sphere  attains, 
Then,  with  my  chains  forever  riven, 
Oh  !  let  me  live  to  Thee  in  heaven  ! 


16  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


[A  maiden  daughter,  while  sitting  by  the  bed-side  of  her  only  surviving 
parent,  as  she  was  breathing  her  last,  exclaimed,  in  the  intensity  of  her 
grief,  "Mother,  what  shall  /  do  when  you  are  gone?"  "Cling  to  Jesus," 
was  the  response  of  the  aged  pilgrim.  The  incident  coming  to  the  knowl- 
edge of  the  writer,  who  had  formerly  been  pastor  of  the  church  of  which 
these  excellent  sisters  were  members,  the  following  lines  were  sent  to  the 
survivor.] 


CLING   TO  JESUS. 


"  I,  the  Lord  thy  God,  will  hold  thy  right  hand,  saying  unto  thee,  Fear 
not ;  I  will  help  thee."— Isa.  41:13.  "  My  soul  followeth  hard  after  Thee  ; 
Thy  right  hand  upholdeth  me."— Ps.  63:8. 


Cling  to  Jesus!     He  will  guide  thee 

Safely  through  the  storms  of  life ; 
Fearless  tread  life's  rugged  pathway, 

Though  with  ills  and  dangers  rife. 
Naught  can  harm  thee  while  thy  Shepherd 

O'er  thee  holds  His  shielding  rod; 
Naught  shall  harm  thee,  for  thou  passest 

Where  the  glorified  have  trod. 


MEMORIAL   HYMNS.  17 

Cling  to  Jesus  'mid  the  wrestling 

Of  temptation's  darkest  hour ! 
He  will  bring  thee  through  the  conflict; 

He  will  break  the  tempter's  power. 
All-sufficient,  in  thy  weakness, 

Shall  His  power  and  mercy  prove, 
While,  with  tenderest  care,  He  gently 

O'er  thee  spreads  His  wing  of  love. 


Cling  to  Jesus !     In  His  fullness 

All  thy  wants  shall  be  supplied; 
Though  all  earthly  ties  be  sundered, 

Thou  shalt  in  His  love  abide. 
Soon, — through  every  toil  and  danger, 

Safe  beneath  His  watchful  eye, — 
Soon  shalt  thou,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

Reach  thy  glorious  home  on  high. 


18  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


GIFTS    OF    GRACE. 


What  hast  thou  that  thou  didst  not  receive?"—!  Cor,4  :  7. 


Oh!  what  am  I,  that  I  should  know 

The  bliss  of  sins  forgiven  ? — 
Should  press  with  hope  from  things  below, 

To  reach  the  prize  of  heaven? 


Oh !  what  am  I,  that  God  should  deign 

My  feeble  powers  t'  employ 
In  work  where  angels,  though  in  vain, 

Might  emulate  the  joy  ? 

Oh!  what  am  I,  that  on  this  heart 
The  power  of   Christ    should  rest. 

While  in  the  strength  His  gifts  impart. 
My  soul  is  fully  blest? 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS.  19 

Oh  !  what  am  I,  that  I  should  taste 

The  sweetness  of  His  love  ? — 
Should  find  its  joys  my  rich  repast. 

And  all  its  fullness  prove  ? 

Oh  !  whit  am  I,  that  I  may  trust 

His  faithful  promise  still? 
His  sovereign  grace  is  all  my  boast, 

My  sole  desire  His  will. 


20 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


HEAVENLY    GUIDANCE. 
"I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye."— Ps.  32:  8. 

Father,  by  Thy  tender  love, 

Lead  me  through  this  world  of  sin; 
While  mine  eye  is  fixed  above, 

May  Thy  Spirit  dwell  within. 
'Mid  the  dangers  of  the  way, 

Let  my  hope  on  Thee  rely, 
While  I  hear  thee  gently  say, 

"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 


Let  me  ne'er  in  anguish  faint, 
At  the  hidings  of  Thy  face; 

Check  each  rising,  sad  complaint, 
With  the  presence  of  Thy  grace. 


t 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 

Should  I,  where  the  billows  roll, 
See  the  threatening  breakers  nigh, 

Whisper  to  my  trembling  soul, 

"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye. 

"  Safely  o'er  life's  raging  sea 

"I  will  guide  thy  tossing  bark; 
"  Still  confide  the  helm  to  me, 

"  Though  thy  way  be  rough  and  dark. 
':  Till  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye, — 
"  Guide  thee  to  the  port  of  peace, — 

"  Guide  thee  to  thy  home  on  high." 


21 


22  MEMORIAL   HYMNS. 


TRUST   IN   GOD. 

"Be   not   anxious  for  the  morrow.''1 — Mat.  6  :  J 

Be  not  anxious  for  the  morrow ; 

Trust  thy  Father's  faithful  care; 
Cast  on  Him  each  rising  sorrow; 

Thou  shalt  all  His  fullness  share. 


Art  thou  not  thyself  the  creature 
Of  His  all-providing  hand  ? 

Author  of  thy  very  nature, 

Knows  He  not  its  full  demand? 


Wilt  thou,  'inid  the  boundless  treasure 
Which  His  power  and  love  provide, 

Doubt  that  in  sufficient  measure 
All  thy  wants  shall  be  supplied? 


MEMORIAL     HYMXS.  23 

See  the  fowls !    thy  heavenly  Father 

Kindly  listens  to  their  cry  : 
What  His  hands  provide  they  gather — 

Will  He  not  thy  need  supply? 

Lo,  the  lilly,  in  its  splendor, 

Stands  the  witness  of  His  power  ! 

So  His  care  to  thee,  more  tender, 
To  thy  never-failing  dower. 

First  of  all,  amid  thy  striving, 

Seek  the  kingdom  of  His  grace, — 

Seek  the  good,  the  joy  of  living 

In  His  heaven-wrou°ht  righteousness. 


Seek,  above  all  worldly  pleasure, 
Seek  to  do  His  blessed  will. — 

Need'st  thou  aught  of  earthly  treasure  ? 
He  will  all  thy  wishes  fill. 


24  MEMORIAL  HYMNS. 


HE  WILL  STRENGTHEN  THY  HEART. 


"Wait  on   the  Lord;  be  of  good  courage;  and  He   shall  strengthen  thy 
heart."— Ps.  27  -  14. 


Oh  !  wait  on  the  Lord  !  He  will  strengthen  thy  heart 

For  the  duties  and  conflicts  of  life; 
Trust  thou  in  the  aid  which  His  grace  doth  impart, 

And  summon  thy  soul  for  the  strife. 

He  will  strengthen  thy  heart  for  each  difficult  task 
Which  His  service  requires  at  thy  hands; 

He  invites  thee  to  come,  and  with  confidence  ask 
For  the  strength  which  thy  weakness  demands. 

He  will  strengthen  thy  heart  when  thy  foes  shall  arise, 
And  against  thee  their  forces  combine; 

Thou  shalt  meet  them  unruffled  by  fear  or  surprise, 
Arrayed  in  the  armor  divine. 


MEMORIAL   HYiCs'S.  25 

He  -will  strengthen  thy  heart  to  encounter  the  cross, 

And  to  bear  it  with  patience  and  joy; 
No  reproach  or  denial  of  self  for  His  cause 

Shall  the  peace  of  thy  spirit  destroy. 

He  will   strengthen    thy  heart  though   thy  pathway  be 
dark, 

And  the  future  all  hid  from  thy  sight; 
As  He  guides  through  the  tempest  in  safety  thy  bark, 

He  will  cheer  thee  with  ;  songs  in  the  night.' 

He    will    strengthen    thy  heart    when. — thy  pilgrimage 
o'er, — 

Thou  hast  reached  the  dark  river  of  death: 
Thou  shalt  pass  through  its  waves  to  the  opposite  shore 

With  a  firm  and  unwavering;  faith. 


Then  wait  on  the  Lord — He  will  strengthen  thy  heart 

For  the  duties  and  conflicts  of  life ; 
Thou  art  safe,  in  the  aid  which  His  grace  doth  impart, 

To  meet  and  encounter  the  strife. 


26  MEMORIAL     HYMNS. 


THE    BETTER   LAND. 

But  now  thej-  desire  a  better  country,  that  is,  a  heavenly." — Heb.  11  :  16. 

Ok  !  land  of  joy  !  where  not  a  tear 
Shall  dim  the  eye  of  perfect  faith, — 

Where  perfect  trust  excludes  all  fear, 
Beyond  the  realm  of  sin  and  death! 

Oh  !  land  of  rest !  where  toil  is  o'er, — 
Where  anxious  cares  and  conflicts  cease, — 

Where  restless  thoughts  obtrude  no  more 
To  mar  the  perfect  reign  of  peace ! 

Oh  !  land  of  holiness  and  love  ! 

So  fair,  and  beautiful,  and  bright ! 
Where  all  around,  beneath,  above, 

Reflects  the  perfect  law  of  right ! 


MEMORIAL     HYMNS.  27 

Hope  binds  me  to  this  heavenly  land 

"With  firm,  indissoluble   bond, 
Whilst  yet  I  wait  on  Jordan's  strand, 

To  tread  the  shining  fields  beyond. 


LIGHT    IX    DARKNESS. 


Oh  !  send  out  Thy  light  and  Thy  truth  ;  let  them  lead  me."— Ps.  43  :  3. 


0  Thou,  the  Fount  of  light ! 

Who  didst,  with  piercing  ray, 
Break  through  the  dark  chaotic  night, 
And  bring  the  primal  day ! 

Wilt  Thou  with  purer  light 
Through  all  my  spirit  shine  j 

And  pour  upon  my  quickened  sight 
The  beams  of  love  divine. 


28  MEMORIAL     HYMNS. 

Though  not  an  outward   ray- 
Be  cast  around  my  head, — 

Though  clouds  and  darkness  o'er  my  way 
In  thickest  gloom  be  spread; — 

Yet  in  the  precious  light 

Thou  dost  to  faith  reveal, 
May  I,  with  vision  clear  and  bright, 

Discern  Thy  blessed  will. 

May  I  Thy  glory  see, 

And  mark  Thy  wise  designs, 

And  know  that  goodness,  full  and  free, 
Through  all  the  darkness  shines. 


AIEMOEIAL   HYMXS.  29 


THE    PEACE    OF    GOD. 


"My  peace  I  give  unto  you." — "And  your  joy  no  man  taketh  from 
you."— Joux,  14  :  27;  16  :  22.  "And  the  peace  of  God  which  passeth  ail 
understanding,  shall  keep  your  hearts  and  minds  through  Christ  Jesus." 
—Phil.  4:7. 


On !  sacred  peace  !  the  peace  of  God ! 

The  peace  His  love  imparts ! 
Shed  thy  sweet  influence  o'er  our  life, 

And  rule  and  keep  our  hearts. 

Within  these  sin-distracted  minds 

Thy  blessed  reign  assert. 
And  oft  as  inward  tumults  rise 

Thy  healing  power  exert. 

Howe'er  the  varied  scenes  of  life 
•  Are  fraught  with  care  or  grief, 
'T  is  thine  from  every  restless  thought 
To  brins  a  sure  relief. 


30  MEMORIAL   HYMN'S. 

We  yield  our  souls  to  Thy  control, 
Thou  glorious  Prince  of  peace: 

Thy  reign  is  life,  and  light,  and  joy; 
Nor  shall  its  blessings  cease. 


I   LIFT    UP    MY    SOUL    UXTO   THEE. 


"Hear  my  prayer,  O  Lord." — "Cause  me  to  know  the  way  wherein 
I  should  walk ;  for  I  lift  up  my  soul  unto  Thee." — "Teach  me  to  do 
Thy  will;  for  Thou  art  my  C4od."— Ps.  143:  1,  S.  10. 


I  lift  up  my  soul  unto  Thee, 

0  Thou  of  all  fullness  possessed  ! 
In  Thy  mercy  now  smile  upon  me; 

Oh  !  deign  to  receive  my  request. 

I  ask  not  for  honor  or  fame; 

1  ask  not  for  wealth  or  for  power; 
I  would  gladly,  despising  the  shame, 

Accept  of  the  cross  as  my  dower. 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS.  31 

I  ask  not  for  pleasure  or  ease 

In  exchange  for  this  militant  strife, 

Nor  sigh  for   untimely  release 

From  the  toils  and  the  conflicts  of  life. 

I  ask  Thee  for  grace  to  pursue 

With  patience  the  path  of  Thy  will, — 

That  the  work  Thou  hast  given  me  to  do, 
I  may  meekly  and  wisely  fulfill. 

I  ask  for  the  presence  and  light 

Of  Thy  life-giving  Spirit  and  love, — 

That  my  steps  may  be  guided  aright 
Till  I  enter  the  city  above. 


32  MEMOEIAL    HYMNS. 


MY  TIMES   ARE   IN   THY   HAND. 


Thou  wilt  guide  me  with  Thy  counsel,   and  afterward  receive    me   to 
glory."— Ps.  31  :  15  ;  73  :  24. 


Fathek,  whate'er  of  grief  or  toil 
Thy  love  for  me  lias  wisely  planned, 

I  would  not  from  my  lot  recoil, 

Since  all  my  times  are  in  Thy  hand. 

Each  trial  of  my  faith  shall  bind 
My  heart  to  Thee  with  firmer  band, 

While  this  sweet  thought  pervades  my  mind, 
My  times  are  in  my  Father's  hand. 

And  when,  from  *  tribulation '  free, 

Among  the  '  blood-washed '  throng  I  stand, 

Sweet  will  the  recollection  be, 

My  times  were  all  within  Thy  hand. 


MEMOKIAL   HYMNS.  33 


WALKING   BY   FAITH, 


"He  endured,  as  seeing  Him  who  is  invisible." — Heb»ll  :  27. 


Faith  points  with  clear,  unerring  light, 

Along  the  narrow  road ; 
It  bids  us  choose  the  path  of  right, 

And  leave  the  end  with  Grod. 


?T  is  not  for  mortal  eye  to  scan 

His  unrevealed  designs ', 
Faith  trusts  the  wisdom  of  His  plan, 

And  on  His  truth  reclines. 


It  lifts  the  soul  from  worldly  aims, 

To  live  upon  His  word; 
And  in  the  promised  good  it  claims 

It  finds  its  full  reward. 


34  MEMORIAL   HYMNS. 


Oh  !    may  this  faith  with  reigning  power 

Possess  my  inmost  soul ; 
I  fain  would  give  each  passing  hour 

To  its  benign  control. 


LIVING  TO   CHRIST. 


«'  The  life  which  I  now  live  in  the  flesh  I  live  hy  the  faith  of  the  Son 
of  God,  who  loved  me,  and  gave  Himself  for  me."— Gal.  2  :  20. 


Jesus,  by  Thy  precious  merit, 
Free  me  from  the  guilt  of  sin \ 

By  Thine  all-creative  Spirit 
Form  my  nature  pure  within. 

Make  me  humble,  make  me  holy; 

May  my  heart  with  love  o'erflow; 
Make  me  kind  and  meek  and  lowly, 

As  Thou  wast  while  here  below. 


MEMORIAL    HYMXS.  35 

Humbly  on  Thy  holy  altar 

Life,  with  all  its  hopes,  I  lay; 
Leave,  0,  leave  me  not  to  falter; 

Help  me  still  to  watch  and  pray. 

Following  in  the  path  of  duty,  * 
Free  from  anxious  care  and  strife, 

May  I  serve  Thee  in  the  beauty 
Of  a  pure  and  heavenly  life. 


36  MEMORIAL     HYMNS. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    PILGRIM. 


"If  ye  be  risen  with  Christ,  seek  those  things  which  are  above." — "Of 
whom  the  whole  family  in  heaven  and  earth,  is  named." — Col.  3:1; 
Eph.  3  :  15. 


Joint-heir  with  Christ,  this  world 

Is  not  thy  final  home  ; 
Thou  hast  a  brighter  land  in  view; 

It  lies  beyond  the  tomb. 

The  time  thou  passest  here, 
Is  for  thy  journey  given ; 

Soon  thou  wilt  reach  thy  journey's  end, 
To  spend  thy  life  in  heaven. 

'T  is  there  thy  treasure  lies ; 

'T  is  there  thy  friends  reside ; 
'T  is  there,  within  thy  Father's  house, 

Thou  ever  shalt  abide. 


MEMORIAL   HYMNS.  37 

Then  why  should  things  of  earth 

Thy  constant  thoughts  employ? 
Why  loiter  in  thy  heavenly  course, 

To  find  in  these  thy  joy  ? 

Oh  !  fix  thine  eye  of  faith 

On  things  beyond  thy  sight, 
And  press,  with  quick,  determined  step, 
•  To  reach  that  land  of  light. 

Nor  think  it  strange  to  find 

Thy  path  a  thorny  maze ; — 
This  world  is  not  thy  place  of  rest; 

These  are  thy  pilgrim  days. 

And  if  thou  wouldst  at  last 

The  pilgrim's  joy  secure, 
Thou  must  the  pilgrim's  path  pursue, 

The  pilgrim's  toil  endure. 

Nor  wilt  thou,  when  thy  soul 

Has  gained  that  world  of  bliss, 
Regret  the  hardships  of  thy  way, 

Or  wish  thy  sufferings  less. 


38  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


RESPONSE    OF    GRATITUDE. 


"God  forbid  that  I  should  glory,  save  in  the  cross  of  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ,  by  whom  the  world  is  crucified  unto  me,  and  I  unto  the  world." 
—Gal.  6:14. 


To  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 
On  whom  my  hope  relies, 

To  Thee  my  sinful  self  I  bring, 
A  living  sacrifice. 


My  heart,  responsive  to  Thy  grace, 

In  Thee  shall  find  its  joy; 
Thy  kingdom  and  Thy  righteousness 

Shall  all  my  powers  employ. 

Why  should  the  world  my  thoughts  engross  ? 

Or  claim  my  constant  care  ? 
Why  should  I  shrink  to  take  the  cross, 

Which  Thou  Thyself  didst  hear  ? 


MEMORIAL   HYMNS.  39 

In  toil,  0,  let  me  find  my  rest, — 

My  life,  in  death  with  Thee; 
Thy  conscious  love  shall  make  me  blest, 

Whate'er  my  lot  may  be. 


HEAVENLY   LIGHT. 


Who  hath  called  you  out  of  darkness  into  His  marvellous  light. 
1  Pet.  2 :  19. 


Enwrapped  in  sin's  bewildering  night, 
By  darkening  tempests  driven, 

In  Grod  alone  we  find  the  light 
Of  peace,  and  hope,  and  heaven. 

On  us  His  truth  benignly  gleams, 

To  guide  our  souls  above; 
On  us  He  sheds  the  radiant  beams 

Of  His  forgiving  love. 


40  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 

On  us  His  Spirit  sweetly  shines 
With  His  all-quickening  rays; 

Love,  trust  and  joy  pervade  our  minds, 
And  every  thought  is  praise. 

0  heavenly  light !  shine  o'er  our  path 
While  fears  and  sins  annoy; 

Led  by  thy  beams,  we'll  walk  by  faith 
To  perfect  light  and  joy. 


MEMORIAL   HYMNS.  41 


IN   THE    HOUSE    OF   MY   PILGRIMAGE. 


"  Thy  statutes  have  been  my  songs  in   the   house  of  my  pilgrimage.    I 
have  remembered  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  in  the  night." — Ps.  119  :  54,  55. 


In  the  house  of  my  pilgrimage,  Lord, 
Thy  statutes  have  heen  my  delight; 

I  have  sweetly  reposed  on  Thy  word, 

And  remembered  Thy  name  in  the  night. 

Thy  name  is  the  ground  of  my  hope  j 
I  trust  in  Thy  mercy  and  truth, — 

0  Thou  who  hast  holden  me  up, 

And  guided  my  steps  from  my  youth ! 

In  the  night  of  affliction  and  care 

Light  beams  on  my  path  from  above; 

Each  trial  Thou  call'st  me  to  bear, 
I  accept  as  a  token  of  love. 


42  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 

Attuned  to  the  voice  of  Thy  rod,  . 

My  heart  shall  delight  in  Thy  will, 
While  I  sing  of  Thy  goodness,  0  God, 

In  the  house  of  my  pilgrimage,  still. 


HEAVENLY   ASPIRATION. 


"  Let  us   run  with  patience  the  race  that  is  set  before  us,  looking  unto 
Jesus,  the  Author  and  Finisher  of  our  faith."— Heb.  12:  1,  2. 


My  God,  to  Thy  supreme  control, 

My  all  I  would  resign; 
Oh !  come  and  sanctify  my  soul, 

And  make  me  wholly  Thine. 

Oh  !  is  there  aught  in  earth  to  lure 
My  heart  from  Thee  "astray? 

Soon  will  its  joys,  at  best  impure, 
For  ever  pass  away. 


MEMORIAL    HYMNS.  43 

Oh !    is  there  aught  in  self  to  claim 

The  love  Thou  dost  require  ? 
Oh!  be  Thy  service  all  my  aim; 

Thy  will,  my  sole  desire. 

Oh !  is  there  aught  in  sin  to  tempt 

The  soul  that,  once  renewed, 
Seeks  from  its  power  to  be  exempt, 

And  find  its  all  in  G-od  ? 


0  Jesus  !  set  me  wholly  free 
From  earth  and  self  and  sin; 

Thou  only  canst  complete  for  me 
The  work  Thou  didst  begin. 


**  MEMORIAL   HYMNS. 


CASTING    OUR    CARE    ON    GOD. 

lasting  all  your  care  upon  Him  ;    for  He  careth  for  you."-l  Pet.  5  :  7. 

Christian,  dost  thou  meet  with  trial? 

Is  thy  path  of  duty  here 
Fraught  with  grief  and  self-denial  ? 

Are  thy  prospects  dark  and  drear  ?— 
Let  not  hope  and  courage  fail  thee. 

Nor  the  eye  of  faith  grow  dim ; 
Trust  in  God,  whate'er  assail  thee, 

Casting  all  thy  care  on  Him— 

Him  who  gave  thee  life  and  being,— 
Him  who  orders  all  thy  way, 

Him  whose  watchful  eye,  all-seeing, 
Guides  and  guards  thee  day  by  day,^- 


MEMORIAL    HYMXS.  4.3 

Marks  as  well  the  falling  sparrow, 
As  the  light- crowned  seraphim. — 

Go,  and  tell  to  Him  thy  sorrow, 
Casting  all  thy  care  on  Him. 


Oh  !  how  rich  the  consolation 

Which  this  gracious  word  imparts  ! 
Precious,  joyous  invitation ! 

Solace  of  our  burdened  hearts ! 
With  thy  light,  serenely  shining, 

Sweetly  on  our  spirits  beam; 
Gently  on  His  breast  reclining, 

May  we  cast  our  care  on  Him. 


4G  MEMORIAL   HYMNS. 


IN   THE   STRENGTH   OF   THE   LORD. 
"I  will  go  in  the  strength  of  the  Lord  God."— Ps.  71:  16. 

I  will  go  in  the  strength  of  the  Lord, 

In  the  path  He  hath  marked  for  my  feet; 
I  will  follow  the  light  of  His  word, 

Nor  shrink  from  the  dangers  I  meet. 
His  presence  my  steps  shall  attend; 

His  fullness  my  wants  shall  supply; 
On  Him,  till  my  journey  shall  end, 

My  hope  shall  securely  rely. 

I  will  go  in  the  strength  of  the  Lord, 
To  the  work  He  appoints  me  to  do; 

In  the  joy  which  His  smile  shall  afford, 
My  soul  shall  her  vigor  renew. 


MEMORIAL   IIYMXS.  47 

His  power  will  protect  rue  from  harm, 

His  grace  my  sufficiency  prove ; 
I  will  trust  His  omnipotent  arm; 

I  will  rest  in  His  covenant  love. 


CONFIDENCE    IN    SUBMISSION. 
"Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God."— Ps.  46:  10. 

How  kind    the  words  of  truth  and  grace, 

To  each  believing,  contrite  heart ! 
So  fraught  with  hope  and  joy  and  peace, 

And  blessings  earth  could  ne'er  impart ! 
"Be  not  dismayed,  whate'er  thy  lot, 

"Nor  faint  beneath  my  chastening  rod; 
"  Rest  in  my  love,  and  murmur  not, — 

"Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God. 


48  MEMORIAL    HYMXS. 

"  Though  hosts  of  hell,  with  secret  art, 

"  Or  threatening  mien,  beset  thy  path, 
"  Let  faith  repel  each  fiery  dart, 

"  Nor  fear  to  meet  their  fiercest  wrath. 
"  Fear  not  to  reach  the  promised  land 

"Along  the  way  thy  Saviour  trod; 
"  Fear  not  thy  Father's  guiding  hand, — 

"Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God." 


MEMORIAL    HYMXS.  49 


SUFFICIENCY  IN   GOD. 


"God  is  the  strength  of  my  heart,  and  my  portion  forever." — "The  Lord 
is  my  light  and  my  salvation ;  whom  shall  I  fear  ?  the  Lord  is  the  strength 
of  my  life ;  of  whom  shall  I  be  afraid?"— Ps.  73  :  26  ;  27  :  1. 


0  God,  I  will  walk  in  Thy  light; 

Thou  still  art  the  strength  of  my  heart ; 
In  my  weakness  I  rest  in  Thy  might; 

My  trust  and  my  portion  Thou  art. 

Of  all  upon  earth  or  in  heaven 
Thou  only  shalt  fill  my  desire; 

The  nature  Thy  goodness  has  given, 
Alone  to  its  Source  shall  aspire. 

Whilst  devoutly  intrusting  my  soul 
To  the  power  of  Thy  covenant  love, 

In  Thy  strength  I  will  press  to  the  goal, 
For  the  prize  that  awaits  me  above. 


50  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


IN    REMEMBRANCE    OF    ME. 


"This  cup  is  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood,  which  is  shed  for  you." 
-Luke  22  :  20. 


Oh  !  love  divine  !    Oh  !  matchless  grace ! 

Which  in  this  sacred  rite 
Shines  forth,  so  full,  so  free,  in  rays 

Of  pure  and  living  light ! 

Oh  !  wondrous  death  !   Oh  !  precious  blood  ! 

For  us  so  freely  spilt, 
To  cleanse  our  sin-polluted  souls 

From  every  stain  of  guilt ! 

Oh  !  covenant  of  life  and  peace  ! 

By  blood  and  suffering  sealed  ! 
All  the  rich  gifts  of  gospel  grace 

Are  here  to  faith  revealed. 


MEMOEIAL   HYMNS.  51 

Jesus,  we  bow  our  souls  to  Thee, 

Our  Life,  our  Hope,  our  All, 
While  we,  with  thankful,  contrite  hearts, 

Thy  dying  love  recall. 


Oh !  may  Thy  pure  and  perfect  laws 
Be  written  on  our  minds, 

Nor  earth,  nor  self,  nor  sin  obscure 
The  ever  radiant  lines. 


52  MEMOEIAL   HYMNS. 


[The  four  hymns  relating  to  the  Christian  Sabbath,  including  the  one 
on  pages  7  and  8,  are  designed  to  be  suggestive  of  the  various  delight- 
ful and  hallowed  associations  of  the  day,  as  contemplated  with  refer- 
ence to  the  past,  the  present  and  the  future.  It  is  by  recalling  de- 
voutly in  sacred  song  these  associations,  that  we  are  led,  more  effec- 
tually, perhaps,  than  by  any  other  means,  habitually  to  regard  the 
day  as  "a  delight,"  and  thus  seeure  to  ourselves  the  benefit  naturally 
resulting   from    the    proper   observance   of  it   as    "the   Lord's    day.'1] 


THE    CHRISTIAN    SABBATH. 


"And  He  said  unto  them,  That  the  Son  of  man  is  Lord  also  of  the  Sab- 
bath.''—Luke  6:5. 


Holy  Sabbath !  Day  of  rest ! 

Brightly  on  our  spirits  dawn ; 
God  Himself  thine  hours  hath  blessed, 

While  He  claims  them  as  His  own. 

Day  on  which  our  Light  and  Life 
Burst  the  dark,  relentless  tomb, 

Rising  Conqueror  in  the  strife, 
Casting  light  o'er  all  its  gloom ! 


MEMORIAL   HYMNS.  53 

Day  of  hope  and  joy  and  peace ! 

Earnest  of  that  promised  rest, 
When  the  cares  of  earth  shall  cease, 

Nor  our  sins  shall  more  molest! 

May  we  spend  thy  sacred  hours 

In  that  sweet  and  blest  employ 
Which,  inspiring  all  our  powers, 

Brings  the  light  of  heavenly  joy. — 

May  we,  joyous  in  our  Head, 
View  Him,  in  His  deathless  love 

Pointing,  as  He  leaves  the  dead, 
To  our  glorious  Rest  above. 


54  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


IN   THE   SPIRIT   OX   THE   LORD'S   DAY. 


c:  I  was  in  the  Spirit  on  the  Lord's  day,  and  heard  behind  me  a  greal 
voice,  as  of  a  trumpet,  saying,  I  am  Alpha  and  Omega,  the  first  and  the 
last."— "I  am  He  that  liveth,  and  was  dead,  and,  behold,  I  am  alive  for 
evermore,  Amen  ;  and  have  the  keys  of  hell  and  of  death."— Kev.  1 :  10, 
11,  18. 


In  the  Spirit, — on  the  Lord's  day, — 

Let  me  spend  each  sacred  hour; 
Let  me  feel  the  quickening  influence 

Of  His  resurrection  power. 
Not  to  view  His  heavenly  glory 

In  some  rapt,  prophetic  trance, 
But  to  know  His  milder  presence 

In  His  courts,  my  spirit  pants. 


In  the  Spirit,  all-submissive, 

Let  me  seek  to  know  His  will, — 

Seek  for  strength  to  do  His  pleasure, 
And  His  righteousness  fulfill. 


MEMOEIAL   HYMXS.  55 

Let  me  view  Him  as  my  Saviour, 

Once  for  all  enthroned  above; 
Let  me  taste  anew  the  sweetness 
•  Of  His  resurrection  love. 

In  the  Spirit  let  me  praise  Him 

For  His  free,  atoning  grace, 
While  my  thankful  heart,  exultant, 

Tunes  my  voice  to  sweetest  lays, — 
Praise  Him  for  the  new  creation 

Through  His  resurrection  given, — 
Praise  Him  for  the  hope  and  earnest 

Of  a  glorious  rest  in  heaven. 

In  the  Spirit, — on  the  Lord's  day,— 

Let  me  spend  each  sacred  hour; 
Let  me  feel  the  quickening  influence 

Of  His  resurrection  power. 
Let  me  view  Him  as  my  Saviour, 

Once  for  all  enthroned  above; 
Let  me  taste  anew  the  sweetness 

Of  His  resurrection  love. 


56  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


DAY    OF   FREEDOM. 


"  Then  the  same  day  at  evening,  being  the  first  day  of  the  week,  when 
the  doors  were  shut  where  the  disciples  were  assembled  for  fear  of  the 
Jews,  came  Jesus,  and  stood  in  the  midst,  and  saith  unto  them,  Peace  be 
unto  you." — "  And  after  eight  days  again,  His  disciples  were  within,  and 
Thomas  with  them  :  then  came  Jesus,  the  doors  being  shut,  and  stood  in 
the  midst,  and  said,  Peace  be  unto  you."— John  20  :  19,  26. 


Day  of  freedom  sweet  and  holy  ! 

Grlad  we  hail  thy  bursting  rays; 
Fain  would  we,  with  spirits  lowly, 

Spend  thine  hours  in  prayer  and  praise. 

Jesus,  Master,  deign  to  bless  us ; 

May  we  sweetly  rest  in  Thee; 
As  from  toil  Thou  dost  release  us, 

So  from  sin  now  make  us  free. 


Freed  from  all  the  cares  of  business, 
On  Thy  breast  we  would  recline; 

May  Thy  Spirit  gently  witness 

With  our  hearts,  that  we  are  Thine. 


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With  tli'  assurance  of  Thy  favor, 
Hush  to  peace  each  inward  strife, 

While  Thy  word  shall  prove  the  savor 
Of  a  soul-transforrning  life. 

Hail  the  day  which  God's  Anointed 
From  the  bands  of  death  released! 

Hail  the  day  by  Heaven  appointed 
Pledge  of  an  eternal  rest ! 


MEiioniAL  imixs. 


AN   EVENING    HYMN   OF    PRAISE. 


41  It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  and  to  sing  praises 
unto  Thy  name,  O  Most  High  :— to  show  forth  Thy  loving-kindness  in  the 
morning,  and  Thy  faithfulness  every  night.— For  Thou,  Lord,  hast  made 
me  glad  through  Thy  work  :  I  will  triumph  in  the  works  of  Thy  hands." 
—"The  Lord  will  command  His  loving-kindness  in  the  day-time;  and 
in  the  night  His  song  shall  be  with  me."— Ps.  92  :  1,  2  ;   42 :  8. 


Thy  song  shall  be  with  me,  0  God,  in  the  night, 

Ere  slumber  my  eyelids  shall  close; 
I  will  find  in  Thy  worship  unmingled  delight, 

As  my  spirit  is  hnshed  to  repose. 

I  will  sing  of  the  proofs,  in  the  works  Thou  hast  made. 

Of  Thine  infinite  wisdom  and  power; 
I  will  sing  of  Thy  goodness  so  richly  displayed 

In  the  multiform  gifts  of  each  hour. 


I  will  sing  of  Thy  love  which  in  Christ  is  revealed. — 
Of  the  griefs  which  for  me  He  endured, — 

Of  the  blood  which  Thy  covenant  of  mercy  hath  sealed, 
And  the  gift  of  redemption  procured. 


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I  will  sing  of  that  land  where  no  sorrows  intrude. 

Xo  storm-cloud  or  night  shall  return, 
But  each  beauteous  scene  shall  with  rapture  be  viewed 

In  the  light  of  perpetual  morn. 


I    LAID    ME    DOWN    AND    SLEPT. 


•I  laid  me  down  and  slept;  I  awaked;   for  the  Lord  sustained  me."- 
Ps.3:  5. 


T  laid  me  down  and  slept; 

Thy  power  sustained  my  breath  • 
Else  silent  o'er  my  frame  had   crept 

The  chillius;  hand  of  death. 


I  laid  me  down  and  slept, 

From  ill  securely  free : 
Oh!  may  the  life  which  Thou  hast  kept, 

Be  given  alone  to  Thee. 


60  ME3IOEIAL    HYMNS. 


A   THANKSGIVING   HYMN. 


"  O  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord  for   His   goodness,   and  for  His 
wonderful   works   to   the    children   of  nien.!' — Ps.  107  :  8, 


My  Father,  I  praise  Thee,  whose  goodness  extends 

As  wide  as  the  wants  of  Thy  creatures  demand. 
How  countless  the  favors  Thy  providence  sends  ! 

How  varied  the  gifts  of  Thy  bountiful  hand  ! 
Where'er  I  abide,  or  where'er  I  may  rove, 

Through  city  or  country,  o'er  mountain  or  glen, 
Enraptured  I  gaze  on  the  proofs  of  Thy  love 

In  Thy  wonderful  works  toward  the  children  of  men 


On  Thy  hand  doth  the  weakness  of  infancy  rest, 
Upheld  and  supplied  by  Thy  provident  care; 

By  childhood  and  youth  is  Thy  bounty  confessed; 
III  manhood  how  freely  Thy  mercies  we  share ! 


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E'en  down  to  old  age  doth  Thy  goodness  extend, 
Unmarked  by  the  limit  of  three   score  and  ten. 

So  benignly  on  each  do  Thy  blessings  descend 

In  Thy  wonderful  works  toward  the  children  of  men  1 


But  in  costlier  gifts,  when  our  ransom  was  paid, 

Did  Thy  wisdom  the  strength  of  Thy  kindness  reveal — 
The  Son  of  Thy  love  on  the  altar  was  laid  ! 

And  Thy  Spirit  Thou  gavest  His  mission  to  seal ! 
What  riches  of  mercy,  in  radiant  lines, 

Were  displayed  to  the  view  of  the  universe  then  ! 
Unveiling  the  depth  of  Thy  gracious  designs 

In  Thy  wonderful  works  toward  the  children  of  men  ! 


Oh !  ne'er  may  the  gifts  of  Thy  grace  be  despised, 

Or  the  guilty  the  claims  of  Thy  mercy  disown; 
I  accept  of  the  pardon  Thy  love  has  devised, 

As  in  thankful  contrition  I  bow  at  Thy  throne. 
But  Oh  !  when  I  reach  the  bright  mansions  above, 

With  my  glorified  powers  I  will  praise  Thee  again. — 
The  theme  of  my  song  Thine  unspeakable  love 

In  Thy  wonderful  works  toward  the  children  of  men. 


62  MEMORIAL     HYMNS. 


NATIONAL   THANKSGIVING. 
[1863.] 

"Unto  Thee,  O  God,  do  we  give  thanks,  unto  Thee  do  we  give  thanks; 
for  that   Thy    name  is   near   Thy  wondrous   works   declare/' — Ps.  75:  1. 

On!  praise  the  God  of  mercies, 

Whose  kind  and  bounteous  hand 
His  varied  gifts  disperses 

Wide  o'er  our  favored  land! 
He  gives  us  life  and  reason; 

He  gives  us  food  and  health; 
While  each  returning  season 

Renews  its  stores  of  wealth. 


Praise  Him  for  social  pleasures, — 
For  pure  affection's  glow, 

Exceeding  all  the  treasures 

Which  wealth  could  e'er  bestow. 


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Praise  Him  for  freedom's  blessing, — 
For  wise  and  wholesome  laws, — 

For  signs  of  good  expressing 
The  strength  of  virtue's  cause. 

Praise  Him  whose  boundless  favor 

The  word  of  grace  imparts. 
With  life-renewing  savor, 

To  bless  and  cheer  our  hearts. 
Oh !  let  a  chastened  nation 

In  humble  thanks  draw  near 
To  Him  whose  rich  salvation 

Has  marked  and  crowned  the  year. 

Though  foes  have  pressed  us  sorely, 

And  waged  the  deadly  strife, 
His  guardian  hand  securely 

lias  held  the  nation's  life. 
Our  cause,  by  Thee  defended. 

0  God.  we  trust  to  Thee, 
That  peace  and  freedom,  blended, 

May  reign  from  sea  to  sea. 


64  MEMORIAL   HYMNS. 


HAPPY    CHILDREN. 

(AS   ENJOYING  CHRISTIAN  INSTRUCTION   IN   TIIE   FAMILY  OR   SABBATH   SCHOOL.) 


"  And  that  from  a  child  thou  hast  known  the  Holy  Scriptures,  which 
are  able  to  make  thee  wise  unto  salvation,  through  faith  that  is  in  Christ 
Jesus."— 2  Tim.  3  :  15. 


Happy  children!  taught  to  know. 

From  the  book  which  Grod  has  given, 

How  to  serve  Him  here  below, 

How  to  reign  with  Him  in  heaven ! 

Happy  children !  taught  to  tread 
Wisdom's  ways  in  early  youth! 

By  its  gentle  teachings  led, 

Choose  ye  now  the  path  of  truth. 


Happy  children!  taught  to  pray 
In  Immanuel's  worthy  name, 

Seeking  freely,  as  ye  may, 

Blessings  angels  ne'er  can  claim. 


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Happy  children !  taught  to  sing 

Of  the  Saviour's  dying  love ! 
Hither,  with  your  voices,  bring 

Hearts  to  join  the  choir  above. — 

"With  the  winged  seraphim, 

Here  unite  to  praise  His  name, 
Chanting  that  celestial  hymn, — 

"Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb. 

"Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 

"Be  the  Him  who  fills  the  throne, 

"And  the  Lamb,  for  evermore; — 
"Thou  art  worthy,  Thou  alone." 

Happy  children !  taught  to  live, 

Striving  each  for  others'  good ! 
Freely  blessed,  as  freely  give; 

Let  no  selfish  thought  intrude. 


Happy  children !  when  ye  die, 
With  your  lives  to  Jesus  given, 

Ye  shall  find  His  presence  nigh, 
He  will  bring  your  souls  to  heaven. 


66  MEMORIAL    IIYMXS. 


COME   TO   JESUS,    LITTLE   ONE. 

Come  to  Jesus,  little  one; 

Come  to  Jesus  now ; 
Humbly  at  His  gracious  throne 

In  submission  bow. 

At  His  feet  confess  your  sin ; 

Seek  forgiveness  there  ; — 
For  His  blood  can  make  you  clean; 

He  will  hear  your  prayer. 

Seek  His  face  without  delay; 

Give  Him  now  your  heart ; 
Tarry  not,  but,  while  you  may, 

Choose  the  better  part. 

Come  to  Jesus,  little  one ; 

Come  to  Jesus  now; 
Humbly  at  His  gracious  throne 

In  submission  bow. 


MEMOEIAL   HYMNS.  G7 


[The  following  hymn,  -written,  with  special  reference  to  the  work 
which  is  being  performed  by  the  Young  Men's  Christian  Association, 
is  equally  adapted  to  the  case  of  Sabbath  School  Teachers,  and  of 
all  who  have  it  within  their  power  to  promote  the  religious  benefit 
of  the   youth    of   our   land. 

Civil  warfare  for  the  defence  of  personal  rights,  or  the  maintenance 
of  just  government,  is  usually  justified  on  the  ground  that  it  is  essen- 
tially defensive  in  its  design  and  character.  The  Christian  warfare, 
having  for  its  object  to  restore  man  from  the  long  usurped  dominion 
of  evil  to  his  proper  allegiance  to  God,  is  necessarily  aggressive. 
As  such,  however,  its  "  weapons  are  not  carnal,"  although  they 
may  become  "mighty  through  God  to  the  pulling  down  of  strong 
holds."     2  Cor.  x,  4,  5.] 


THE    CHRISTIAN    SOLDIER. 


"And    take— the   sword   of  the  Spirit,  which  is  the  word    of  God."' 
Eph.  6  :  17. 


Christian  soldier,  take  thine  armor; 

Meet  the  hosts  of  sin  and  hell; 
Nerve  thy  spirit  for  the  conflict; 

Every  thought  of  fear  repel. 

Faithful  to  thy  heavenly  mission, 
Valiant  for  the  cause  of  truth, 

Rescue  from  the  fell  destroyer, 

"While  thou  may'st,  thy  country's  youth. 


G8  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 

Thine  is  not  the  deadly  contest, 

Fraught  with  crime,  or  marked  with  gore; 
Truth  and  kindness  are  thy  weapons, 

Wielded  by  the  Spirit's  power. 

Thine  is  not  some  earthly  laurel, 
Withering  on  its  broken  stem; 

Living  gems  of  deathless  value, 
Wait  to  deck  thy  diadem. 


MEMORIAL  HYMX3.  69 


FELLOW-HELPERS. 

That  -sve  miglit  be  fellow -helpers  to  the  truth."— 3  John,  8. 

Fellott-helpees  to  the  truth  ! 

Army  of  the  living  God ! 
Onward  to  the  contest  move  j 

Spread  your  banners  far  abroad. 
Take  the  sword  the  Spirit  gives ; 

Take  the  pure  and   living  word ; 
Claim  each  realm,  by  Satan  held, 

In  the  name  of  Christ,  your  Lord. 


Fellow-helpers  to  the  truth  ! 

Lift  your  eyes ;  the  fields  are  white : 
Precious  fruit  over  all  the  plain 

Doth  the  reaper's  toil  invite. 


MEMORIAL    IIYMXS. 

Enter  now  the  harvest  field, 
With  united  heart  and  hand 

Hark  !  a  thousand  urgent  calls 
All  your  energies  demand. 


Fellow-helpers  to  the  truth  ! 

Witness  to  its  quickening  power, 
Till  the  sound  of  life  and  peace 

Echo  back  from   every  shore. 
By  the  love  of  Christ  constrained, 

Heaven's  appointed  work  fulfill; 
Here  present  your  choicest  gifts, 

Life  and  wealth  and  active  zeal 


JEEMOEIAL   HYMNS.  71 


(ORIGINALLY    SUNG    AT   AN    ORDINATION.) 


"  And  to   esteem  them  very   highly   in  love   for  their  work's  sake. 
I  Thess.  5:  13. 


Welcome,  brother,  to  thy  station; 

Welcome  to  thy  work  of  love  ; 
Coine,  comniissioned  by  the  Spirit; 

Bring  thy  message  from  above. 

As  a  chosen,  faithful  watchman. 
Hold  thy  guard  ©n  Zion's  wall; 

As  a  Heaven-appointed  herald, 
Loud  proclaim  the  gospel's  call. 

Welcome,  brother,  to  thy  station; 

Welcome  to  its  toils  and  cares; 
Welcome  to  our  hearts'  affection ; 

Welcome  to  our  fervent  prayers. 


72  MEMORIAL    HYMNS. 


DOXOLOGY. 


The  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Spirit ! 

The  God  we,  with  angels,  adore ! 
Thy  blessing  we  fain  would  inherit  ; 

The  pledge  of  Thy  love  we  implore. 


With  the  will  of  the  Father  in  union, 
With  the  grace  of  Immanuel  blest, 

With  the  Spirit  in  holy  communion, 
We  would  e'er  in  Thy  covenant  rest. 


